Half filled promises are good enough for me – I have never been the half glass empty type anyway. It's nice to think you love me, even if I'm not the only one.
I like to think that my feelings don't go to waste. You want me, you need me, doesn't that mean you love me? I mean, I'm saying all of this based on an assumption.
But, if it doesn't, here, take my heart, is it filled with enough feeling? If not, here, take my kisses, tell me it has enough affection? Is my soul any better? I'd sell it to you for three words.
Let me take your hands, the same hands that have touched many like me, and pull you into my world. You're everywhere, can't you see?  Do you want the colours that make my personality?
Take them all, I'd trade it for only three words.
If you fall deep into my eyes, you will see a profusion of words clouding my brain – my mind. Do you recognize them? They're yours.  I'm sorry, do you want them back? I'll pick every single one of them for you, I just want three words in return.
If you open my chest and looks past the thick walls I’ve built up, you will find your name tattooed across my heart. Look closely at the black ink contrasting with the red colour of what beats for you – isn't it magnificent? The letters of your name are beautiful art on it's own. Do you wish to keep my precious heart?  It's all yours, take it, take it all, I just need three simple words.
I know I'm not your only, but I'm one. Even with that I have fallen in love.
Take me as a whole, please, I don't care,
I just need three words for you to say;

**Don't  leave me.