I wonder, what if he loved me?
Would he still be a hired killer?
How much better life might be
Would his love to kill still be a pillar?
Would he truly be gentle and sweet?
Or would he still be hard and cold?
Would for me his heart beat
Or would it to delivery death's hold?
Would he give up his murderous ways?
Who am I kidding? That's an obvious no
He enjoys it like when a child plays
He loves to kill and himself says so
Is he even capable of feeling love?
Can he be pushed towards it?
He'd need a really big shove
Was his life by love ever lit?
When it comes to love, he doesn't care
Did he ever care about it at all?
There's no love or kindness in his stare
I doubt he can hear love's call
I wonder, what if he loved me?
I wonder, and I could just scream
In his eyes, love I'll never see
It's nothing more than a dream