I lay here beside you in the dark. I feel this worry in my heart. I wonder if we will last or if you’re still living in the past.
So many questions I have to ask. So much pain I can’t get past. Are the lies really over? Is it true? Is it really just me and you?
Do you love me more each day? Do you really want me to stay? I can’t help but wonder when I look in your eyes if you will always be by my side.
I love you more than words can explain but this uncertainty is causing me pain. I think of you always and miss your soul.. these are things I want you to know.
You said I am your everything. Is that still true? Am I gonna be enough for you? What if I can’t fit into your life expectations? I really can’t imagine my life without you. I just can’t make you love me the way I love you either. I really need to know where we stand.
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