She says she loves me. So she clings to me, even when I want to be left alone. But she’s beautiful. When Sometimes I have things on my mind she’s the perfect person to listen.
She says she loves me. Like when I wake up in the morning she’s sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food wanting to feed me.
She says she needs me. She says she loves me.
Or when i’m stepping out of the shower, she’s standing there with a towel, wanting to dry me off.
She says she loves me. So instead of admitting that she has made another mistake, she stays.
She says she loves me.
and I don’t know about love.