Not This Time Around
You think you love me
But you're not sure.
You want to make it show
But I'm not ready.
"Will you ever?" you ask.
Maybe. But not this time around.
You want to love me
To make it pure.
You think our love will grow.
My voice is steady.
"Don't you love me?" you ask.
Maybe. But not this time around.
(I think it was 1996 when this one was written.)
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