My Eyes See Better Than My Ears
Therefore, You Can’t Just Tell Me That You Love Me
I Need To See That You’re Worthy
I Have To Look At Your Actions
You Have To Earn My Satisfaction

My Heart Needs Convincing, Persuading
To Know, Beyond A Shadow Of Doubt That You Mean Well
Not Just For You To Swear Through The Phone
That Won’t Prove Anything, Except That You Know How To Form Sentences
Meaningless, Are They, To Me
If They Produce Verbal Actions…Still, They’re Actions I Can’t See
Love, To Me, Is Pain
Giving, To Me, Means To Be Robbed
Caring, To Me, Repays With Selfishness
Honesty, To Me, Gives Back Distress From Lack Of Trust
So What Can You Bring To My Table That Won’t Give Me Heartburn?