When we talk late at night,
Imagination running bright,
I always want to tell you,
I love you,
And you will say,
I love you more,
But we both say the same,
But we both know,
That it doesn't mean the same,
Mine is an effort in vain,
Yours is friendly words,
I feel Hurt,
And happy,
And everything,
Just those 3 words I longed to hear,
Now is what I fear