Question Marks the Spot

Question marks the spot on my heart
like... why you told me i love you
i didn't ask....
Question marks the spot on my heart 
like... why do you kiss me so passionately and then...
shoot me death's look in the next hour...
Question marks the spot on my heart
like...why do you keep toying with my existence at all
is it just to cause me confusion...
Question marks the spot on my heart
like... what do you truly feel about my existence
do you hate it?, or do you really hate it?...
Question marks the spot on my heart
like...do I really love you?, cause I really don't...
I just can't answer the question...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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