Waking in the middle of the night
I ask myself . . . would he love me
better this time Could he love
me more then last time

Would he put his arms
around me often Would he
hold me closer then he ever did
before Could he show me more
then last time

I can't accept apologies,
I can't forget the past
but I often wonder, could he
give me more then last time

My hurt runs deep, my soul
is scarred yet even in my
bitterness I ask myself . . .
could he love me more than
last time

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