I could grow to love you, you know,
If I overlook you pitiful attempts to manipulate,
The constant waving of faults and slights like filthy rags in my face.
I know I said I love you too,
Well, I do, a teensy weensy little bitsy.
I had to say those words to help you along,
You seem to love saying them,
Though they are no longer uttered.
Why? Did I say it wrong?
I could grow to love you, you know.
If I ignore the fact that you don't see to care about your well-being.
Well, why the heck should I?!
You don't care about the concern I show.
Watch where you aim, boyo,
You just might get scratched.
I could love you, you know.
Inspite it all