Backyard bully

He loves me,
that's what she said.
He's with me,
when I'm sad.
He is waiting for me with his arms spread wide.

Quiet as the wind,
he whispers tenderly.
He is saying these words:
"please be with me."

Even though I want to,
I want to believe.
I want to love him as he love me.
Although he's with me,
and he always will be.
Yet he is my backyard bully.

He is always there,
waiting for me.
Like I'm famous,
but I'm me, if you see.
He is waiting for me with his arms spread wide.

I'm checking the borders,
try to tag the line.
And see if I'll stumble,
and make a hurt of mine.

Even though I want to,
I want to believe.
I want to love him as he love me.
Although he's with me,
and he always will be.
Yet he is my backyard bully.

Yes I do want to,
but it's just not for me.
To suddenly love,
my backyard bully.