I'm not the first to sleep beside you in this bed
It's poisoned with some other idiotic guys smell
And even though you tell me that your love for him is dead
I always keep preparing to go through all lovers hell
I gotta start believing that you really love me
I gotta start believing that you really want what's me
I gotta start believing that you really love me
I gotta start believing that you really want what's me
She told the news to me, a planted part of me
Not to fully grow, to show a way of what could be
I asked her to be true, she said, I love you too
Her eyes were sad and I recall somebody asked, Do you?
I gotta start believing that you really love me
I gotta start believing that you really want what's me
I gotta start believing that you really love me
If you say so, it's gotta be so

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