I want to tell you that I love you
But I won’t mean it
After all what is love?
I thought at once
When I was twelve
Love was screaming when Joey was on the phone
Love was burying my head in a pillow when I was all alone and thinking
Wondering what happily ever after really was
Where did Cinderella and her prince actually go?
Then love was silent and sparing
It was bath soaps and purses for Christmas instead of sweet smelling
Toys
If love was toys then love was dolls and I didn’t know what love would mean by that
It was the rude comments by men
I mean boys
That made me feel worthless
And If I could not be accepted love was me neglected
Bound to live life unperfected
Then love wasn’t me
No Love wasn’t me at all
It came with the rain of unexpected pain
Sang from books of Christian songs
And who was I to decree
What I thought love should be?
Love was
Oily ankles that would spin and spin
And limp arms that would guide my body’s direction through dark and void paths
Of the music that was playing
Love left me out there all alone with nothing to look forward to but
Song
And melody
Things I loved to feel and breathe
But could not feel them hold me
Love
What is love after all?
I want to tell you that I love you but I don’t know if I’ll mean it
You see while I take the time to notice you
You don’t even remember me
While I take the time
To compare your smile
To everything good I remember in my life
You don’t even realize
That I’m screaming at you in my eyes !!!
and
You look at someone else
So there’s no reason to tell you that I love you
There’s no reason to contemplate what love was or is
Or what I thought it could be
Or how I can tell you … and really mean it
Because it has already consumed me in a way that everything I knew before you doesn’t matter
Because I love you more than how bad you hurt me
Because you mean more to me than to two day phone call rule
Or the length of interest I’m allowed to show you
I just love you
Is that okIs that against the rules?
But I won’t mean it
After all what is love?
I thought at once
When I was twelve
Love was screaming when Joey was on the phone
Love was burying my head in a pillow when I was all alone and thinking
Wondering what happily ever after really was
Where did Cinderella and her prince actually go?
Then love was silent and sparing
It was bath soaps and purses for Christmas instead of sweet smelling
Toys
If love was toys then love was dolls and I didn’t know what love would mean by that
It was the rude comments by men
I mean boys
That made me feel worthless
And If I could not be accepted love was me neglected
Bound to live life unperfected
Then love wasn’t me
No Love wasn’t me at all
It came with the rain of unexpected pain
Sang from books of Christian songs
And who was I to decree
What I thought love should be?
Love was
Oily ankles that would spin and spin
And limp arms that would guide my body’s direction through dark and void paths
Of the music that was playing
Love left me out there all alone with nothing to look forward to but
Song
And melody
Things I loved to feel and breathe
But could not feel them hold me
Love
What is love after all?
I want to tell you that I love you but I don’t know if I’ll mean it
You see while I take the time to notice you
You don’t even remember me
While I take the time
To compare your smile
To everything good I remember in my life
You don’t even realize
That I’m screaming at you in my eyes !!!
and
You look at someone else
So there’s no reason to tell you that I love you
There’s no reason to contemplate what love was or is
Or what I thought it could be
Or how I can tell you … and really mean it
Because it has already consumed me in a way that everything I knew before you doesn’t matter
Because I love you more than how bad you hurt me
Because you mean more to me than to two day phone call rule
Or the length of interest I’m allowed to show you
I just love you
Is that okIs that against the rules?
