Well, well, well, well. . I can't understand why you don't say you love me, baby. It's the truth, you know, the truth you can't deny. I know it ain't always easy for you, especially lately.
Little sister a few months old. Died in the crib it smelled so bad. Survived on the neighbors' milk you stole. Never knew mom and you never saw dad. Lost in foster home confusion.
You don't make it easy for me. If I let go, imagine where we could be. If I spent less time trying to make up my mind. Then I would see, you're exactly what I need.