All the things that you say to me mean nothing, I know you’re just saying. You never meant it.
Sometimes I wonder about the things you really want to say. About the thing that means everything for you.
But I know,
I’m not brave enough to ask it right to you.
I’m not strong enough to face that it would never be me.
Oh tell me,
How am I supposed to do since you really know, I do still love you…