Suspicion

Everytime you kiss me I’ll still not certain that you love me.

Everytime you hold me I’m still not certain that you care.

Though you keep on saying you really, really, really love me.

Do you say the same thing to someone else when I’m not here ?

Suspicion, torments my heart.

Suspicion, keep us aparts,

Suspicion, why talk to me ?

Everytime you call me and tell me we should meet tomorrow.

I can’t help but think that you’re meeting someone else tonite.

Why should our romance just keep on causing me such sorrow ?

Why am I so doubtful whenever you are out of sight ?