The Meal of Love

How do I show you how I feel?
While I sit here eating my meal
Broken, sad, and alone
While I’m sitting here at home
Somehow getting through each day
That is rainy, cold and gray
You always seem to disagree
When I say that you never loved me
But how would I know
If you don’t ever show
Love is a beautiful thing
Shown with a dress and a ring
But I just don’t see
How we can ever be
Now you know how I feel
While I sit here eating my meal





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