Somethings make you think.
Just for the things people say.
When you ask will you respect me in the morning.
Exactly, what are you asking?
And why?
If I'm not respecting you now.
And we about to go there.
It makes me wonder.
It makes me ponder.

Will you still love me tomorrow?
Well, what about today?
Did something happen to make you ask?
Love shouldn't have these many questions.

Will you stand by me?
As I stand by you.
I see many people leave.
When ill health comes to you.
This for better or worse is often spoken.
But in this world of life.
There are many hearts that's broken.

Love has too many consequences.
It makes you think if it's something worth chasing.
So, will you be there at the end?
Or similar to a leaf blowing in the wind.