Tell Me, Show Me

I see myself in pictures
Through the grains of black and white
I can see that something's missing
Maybe I'm not breathing right?

Was it the stress of conceiving
To be in my Mother's arms?
Why does she hold you so tightly?
Does she fear to be calm?

Show me that you love me
And I'll show you that I love you
Show me that you love me
And I'll show it to you

For you were born with the internet
And nothing seems to be better yet
I know nothing can change
Accept our thoughts and our minds

I left home when I was seventeen
I didn't know what I was supposed to believe
I was getting tired of the city life
I was stabbed in the back with a pocket knife

How could I believe that he could ever love me?
God I'm so naive

Tell me that you love me
Show me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Show me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Show me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
And show it to me



Credits
Writer(s): Georgia Rose Richardson
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