Maybe it’s more than one tear.
Maybe it’s more than a bit.
Maybe it’s not very clear.
Maybe it’s worse than I make it.
Why all the maybe’s?
Why don’t you know?
I just wanted to be your baby.
And never watch you go.
I’m all alone.
I cry every night.
My reason unknown
why you’re in my sight.
You’re in my dreams.
The way you used to be.
When I awake, it seems
that you still love me.
But now I can deny
loving every bit of you.
I wish I never tried
to think you could be true.
But of all the lies you said,
the ones I thought were true;
they make my heart heavy as lead.
But my favourite will always be, “I love you