Baby, do you really mean the things you say?
Because I can't help to feel this way.
You say you love me,
but I can't feel it.
You say you care,
but when I needed you most you weren't there.
You say you miss me,
but you made no effort to be near.
Why not call me or come knocking at my door?

Why is it you say those things and fill me up with hope.
I wished they were true.
I wished you'd show me if it's real.
I would do those things for you
yet you can never do those things for me no matter how much you say you love me.

That's whats wrong with words.
They're all empty promises.
They're all theories needed to be proven.
Easy to say, difficult to prove.