Does He Love Me or Is it Just Me

Never smells like dirt or dew, just a silent kind of blue

The wind whispers stories I don’t wanna believe, oh

He says he's out there, swinging high and low

Chopping down the dreams he used to know

But I never smell the pine, the gas, the sweat

Just a quiet man I can’t forget

He promises me another dawn, another day

But leaves me waiting, wondering if he’ll stay

Am I just a shadow in his lonely game?

Or does he really love me, or just play?

Does he love me, or is he just good at pretending?

Is he fooling himself, or the world he's defending?

Time’s cutting deep, I can't keep this feeling alive

Guess I’ve been used too many times to survive

He’s never dirty. I know He’s broken like me

What is he hiding behind those eyes?

He says he’s working, but I can see. He's in deep thought

Could he be lying, or am I just too blind to see?

Old hearts don’t mend easy. They just wear thin

I'm wondering if love is just a game he’s in

I ask myself if I’m asking too much

Or if I’ve just lost touch with the trust

So I stand here, waiting in the rain

Hearing his silent, unspoken pain

Maybe he’s just a man who’s lost in the dark

Or maybe he’s a lie that’s left a mark