Mr. Right
"I love you."
Such a powerful label
Gnawing at my heart.
"Say me, say me,
Find somebody to say me to."
I toss and turn and tell myself,
Please escape this trap.
I doubt myself.
Do I love him?
Do I not?
Was the hand on my thigh
Accident or intention?
What about the inch of space
Closing between us in a darkened room?
Or the arm I caught
Out of the corner of my eye
Slowly creeping 'round behind?
If only you loved me.
I want so much for it to be true.
Next time I find myself with you,
I might just have to make a move,
'Cause time is running out
For me and you.
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