How do I know you love me?
That you trust me?
How do I know you’re not playing me?
How do I know our feelings our the same?
That this is not one of your little games?
How do I know you have nothing to hide?
That I know each one of your vulnerabilities and lies?
Would you still be there for me?
If I told you I was sick?
Would you still want to be my chick?
Would that make you feel different?
Are you looking for a man to save your life?
Or are you looking to be more than a trophy wife?
Are you looking for a man to rely on?
Or am I just one of your game pawns?
What is your view of my past?
Can you choose where it belongs?
What is your idea for our future?
Good times and beautiful songs?
Can you love me till I’m old?
In sickness and to death?
