You care for me in other ways
but are never there to comfort me.
My tear-stained eyes
want to cling to your shoulder
but once more, you push me away.
Your soul is still a mystery to me
I can never get close enough to you
On the other hand, when you need me,
I'm always there to caress you
not a shadow of doubt in my arms
the arms which wrap around you in your time of need
Why do I love you as I do?
I fear your love for me not true.
Why do I act as your weeping wife?
I'll probably feel this way for life.