If You Really Love Me
Same old late-night phone call
I can't count the times that I've heard.
Then you casually, carelessly throw out three little words.
We hang up; I'll pathetically cling to
your pictures, pounding my fists on the floor.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
Now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Am I just an old friend you remember when nobody's there?
Is it conveniently easing your conscience pretending you care?
Can't you see how it tortures me each time
you thoughtlessly speak and reopen that door?
So, if you really love me, please don't say it anymore.
Hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
Now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, please don't say it anymore.
If only you really felt that way.
If only you really felt that way.
If only you really felt that way.
'Cause hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
And now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Oh, if you really love me, don't say the words anymore.
I can't count the times that I've heard.
Then you casually, carelessly throw out three little words.
We hang up; I'll pathetically cling to
your pictures, pounding my fists on the floor.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
Now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Am I just an old friend you remember when nobody's there?
Is it conveniently easing your conscience pretending you care?
Can't you see how it tortures me each time
you thoughtlessly speak and reopen that door?
So, if you really love me, please don't say it anymore.
Hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
Now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, please don't say it anymore.
If only you really felt that way.
If only you really felt that way.
If only you really felt that way.
'Cause hope is a powerful, tragic, and desperate thing.
Every fiber inside me holds on, wants to believe.
And now when I hear it, it cuts me right down to the core.
So, if you really love me, don't say those words anymore.
Oh, if you really love me, don't say the words anymore.
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Writer(s): Roger Creager
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