When you look at me are you still looking at me with love?
Can you promise me your honesty, should I believe the stories, trust the tales?
If I was to leave, would your world crash and burn?
Could you carry on without me, would you learn?
Do you care enough for me to cherish my heart, embrace my vulnerability?
Or are you an actor in this cruel romantic comedy?
Do your eyes wander, your thoughts stray elsewhere?
Are you dreaming of solidarity or wishing for your own individuality?
Can you honestly say your head and heart are still united, still devoted to our future?
Tell me we can fix this madness, that there’s a cure.
Please promise me you still love me unconditionally…
Smudgelove 