Why are there times when I feel
That you don’t really love me?

Why are there times  when I feel
That you don’t really care?

And why do you say that you do?
And then I believe you

Yet these thoughts, frequently
Come to mind, easily

Are these questions valid
Or just baseless fears?

I’m fine when they aren’t there.
I feel bad when they’re here.

I guess I can just choose
Not to have those thoughts

‘Cause they don’t matter anyway
When you’re near, when you’re here.