"I want to be with you" is what your lips tell me. I want to believe you so much.
But to be honest, I'm scarred and fragile.
My heart has taken one too many blows, it's but so much tape one can use to "heal it", it's cracked.
You tell me you'd never hurt me, prove it.
You say I can trust you, prove it.
You say you'd be faithful, prove it.
You say you accept me, prove it.
I will no longer be phased by words that pacify me and give false promises.
You really want me? Prove it.