Just Another Girl

They tell you they love you,
day after day,
their voices replaying in my head.
What gives them the right to be all over you?
"I love you" they say,
repeating it day after day.
Your reactions differ with your mood.
Some times you say,
I love you too,
others it's "no I hate you"
How does it feel to be adored?
I can tell you never get bored.
If I were to tell you I love you,
would you belive me?
I wouldn't lie to you,
never ever.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Am I just like them?
If I told you I love you,
would it mean anything?
'Cause it's true.