I stand before you
Plain and awkward
You swear you love me
But excuse my doubt
If I don’t see how
When I look in the mirror
I fail to see all you claim is there
But you swear its there
Despite my disbelief
You ask me if I love you
God only knows that’s confusing
But I do
The question for you is
Is it true love
Copyright 1999 Emotional Chaos
