Does it matter if I tell you I threw up.
I know you care…you will…
But does it matter…will it
Change things? Undo things?
What does it matter…now?
Does it matter if I tell you I care…
I care so much that it hurts…
If I could I would go back to freshman year
And do it over again…
But would it change things?
Would you still tell me you love me?
Or would that have faded by now?
Does it matter that I wanted to…
Feel loved…be loved… by you
I’d give anything…maybe
My disorder…I hope…
If you’d only tell me you love me.
You will always love me…
And we can make it work.
But does it matter that I am leaving…
If I weren’t would you love me?
Would you saw it’s too late
Would you laugh at me
Or would you kiss me
With the sweet innocent kiss
Would you hold me
Tell me it will be alright
We are together again
And I love you
Or would you say it’s too late
And walk away from me
What if I meant it
And I beg you—its not
It’s never too late
To tell you I love you
