What is it
To be loved,
To be adored,
To be taken care of?
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Why do I have to beg
For your attention
Or your friendship
Or your affection?
/
How is it
On the other side
Of every phone call
Where I provide?
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I’m tired of asking
And asking
And asking
For nothing.
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I don’t ask much,
But still I feel like
I’m the burden
You want to fight.
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You take my insecurity
And watch it grow,
Until they take hold
And never let go.
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And I scream into the void:
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you want me?
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And I scream until
my voice gives out;
And now it’s just a whisper
Into a dark heart:
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Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you want me?
Or was I just your accident?
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Was I just the easy way
Until you got bored?
I became too much
And now I’m a chore.
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I’m not even sure
If I have any tears left,
Or if you’d be worthy
Of any tears I’d have.
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Am I loved?
Am I loved?
Was I wanted,
Or was I just there?
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Am I so desperate
That I would die
For anyone who might
Tell me a sweet lie?
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