I hear the tone in your voice sometimes,
and I wonder what I said to make it be so harsh.
I see your expression when you are unhappy,
and I wonder what I did to make it so cold.
I taste the way your kisses give me chill,
and I wonder where the passion comes from.
I listen to the way you cry in my arms,
and I wonder what I can do to take away your pain.
I sometimes watch you when you're sleeping,
and I wonder if it's me you're dreaming about.
I know how we do this damn thing every single night,
and I wonder..
How can you still love me?
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