If I asked, would you write me a song?
If I begged, woul you string me along?
Is it possible for you to hold me close?
Is it possible for you to let me go?

If you bought me flowers, and they withered up and died,
Would you buy me more,
Or hold me as I cried?

If I ran away from you, would you chase after me?
Or would you remain where you were
And rely on trust, patiently?

If I did not want your words, would you show them to me still?
Or give me something else instead,
That cures me like a pill?

If I could not show you love would you love me still despite?
Or would you finally have enough,
And leave me then, the end in sight?

If I asked, would you know?
If I asked, would you go?
Is it possible for this to succeed?
Is it possible to fill this need?