Tell me as many times as you would like.
Tell me you don't love me.
I won't pretend to be alright.
Because this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach,
This feeling is there shining bright.
And you may not love me and that may or may not be alright.
Because maybe if I love you enough you will love me.
But all of these thoughts racing through my mind, are all lies.
Just lies there to say that I'm okay.
But in the end they are just lies,
And I am left alone with my thoughts to die.