When are you going to love me? How many years has it been That question left unanswered You loved me, don't you You are supposed to at least I want to be loved In the house I grew in Through the food you fed me Wearing the shoes you walked in Searching for the love I was deprived of I travelled back memories To a time I was more lovable Any traces would have sufficed Through actions of violence Words of enotional abuse In our everyday lives All this time waiting and Believing in a twisted illusion Left my heart torn My soul worn Only when appearance concerned Only then you spoke words of affection Even so your words cold and void Through your heart and lies
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