Tell me you love me.
I need to hear the truth,
Am I paranoid, or correct?
I don't have time for guilt about this question,
But I need to know before it's too late.
It feels like no one really cares.
Maybe if they did I wouldn't be feeling this way.
Don't tell me I'm just lonely, or depressed, and not to feel this way.
I can't help it, and I'm losing control.
Tell me you love me,
Or let me pretend.
No time, yet plenty of it.
Leave me alone, but I'm scared of being alone.
Don't tell me you love me, unless it's true.
Don't let me think I'm alone when you're around
Don't tell me you want to talk to me and then don't
I get my hopes up to get them crushed.
Maybe I need to go to bed, you say,
Maybe I need to not be alone...
When I tell you goodnight, do you realize how when you tell me to go to bed, I feel like you're trying to brush me off, or don't want me around.
I understand, I don't want to be around either.
Goodnight.