Some days I wonder what he sees in me,
Other days I wish he'd tell me.
There's times that I see him smile at me,
There's others that I think he's not even looking at me.
He looks at me like I'm actually worth something,
He smiles when I say something cute.
He tells me he loves me,
Is he even telling the truth?
Sometimes I wonder if there's a part of him that wants to get away,
Others he's just there..
Sometimes I wonder if he wishes I wasn't with him,
Others I just wonder if he's trying to be nice.
If he's just playing me,
What's the point in the word love?
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