You tell me you love me,
Then cut me down,
You tell me you love me,
And stab my back,
You tell me you love me,
And turn around,
You tell me you love me,
And go off with her,
Then why tell me you love me?
If it’s not me you see!
When you close your eyes at night,
Am I the one who makes you feel right?
You tell me that it’s over,
Then come begging at my door,
You tell me that it’s over,
And say I’m the one you want,
You tell me that it’s over,
Then come running back to me,
You tell me that it’s over,
And spent all night with me,
Then why do you tell me that it’s over,
If you simply cannot make up your mind?
Did you ever really care? Or was I just a wrench in your plans?
The unwelcome distraction? Preventing you from becoming the man?
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 