I find no comfort in simple words, I’ve heard too many lies for that. Even actions I always question For ulterior motives always act. Say you love me, let me feel it; It’s a challenge, I understand. But let me know I’m worth it For real love should withstand All obstacles—wipe my tears, Heal my pain, make me whole When I’m incomplete—yet With you, my hungry soul Is empty, parched, in need Of something genuine at last. Please, I can’t help but believe Our future’s in my past. I fear we may have turned, In our hesitation, obsolete, What will it take for you To feed me something concrete?