Maybe it’s a judgment
Judged by the guilty
With you I’m content
But I like feeling empty
Judged by the guilty
With you I’m content
But I like feeling empty
Maybe I’m just insecure
And I need assurance
Maybe you’re interpreting something
That I just don’t understand
Maybe I love you
Maybe I know it
But there’s a doubt
And it’s eating me
Maybe I’m really hungry
And you’re feeding me cutleries
Maybe you were wrong
Thinking I would change
Maybe I’ve been had
Because I can’t say no
And I can’t say yes
In terms of maybes.
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