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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 |
