Love Me
Love me.
Please, love me.
Or do you see what they see?
Do you see a girl blinded by pain?
Do you see that her heart's been hurt again and again?
Do you see her, reaching out to you?
Do you see her eyes, begging for you to be true?
Love me.
Please, love me.
Or do you see what she sees?
Do you see a pitiful girl to be spurned?
Do you see an enemy, meant to be burned?
Do you see her as a source for a show,
or do you pretend she's someone you don't know?
Love me.
Please, love me.
Or do you see what he sees?
Do you see a broken girl, her eyes streaming tears?
Do you see her being eaten up by her fears?
Do you see her in need of a "knight",
to wipe away her tears, to chase away her fright?
Love me.
Please, love me.
But can you see what I see?
Do you see me rising when I am knocked down?
Do you see me wearing a smile, not a frown?
Do you see me laughing instead of in tears?
Do you see me standing up to my peers?
Love me.
Please, love me.
I know how you can be.
You are like fire, gentle yet rough.
You can be warming, yet you can be tough.
Hair the color of coal that will be burned,
and eyes the color of the sky when the leaves turn.
Love me.
Please, love me.
And I shall tell you what I see.
When you look at me, so intense is your stare,
watching under strands of blood-colored hair.
You hardly smile, yet when you do,
I feel like I can trust my life with you.
Love me.
Please, love me.
Please.
