If she liked me just a little bit more,
I wouldn’t be here, crying alone on my floor

If she liked me just a little bit more,
I wouldn’t be here waiting for her at my door.

If she liked me just a little bit more,
then talking to me wouldn’t have felt like a chore.

If she liked me just a little bit more,
then she wouldn’t have thrown me away like trash on the shore.

If she liked me just a little bit more,
then she wouldn’t have started this war.

If she liked me just a little bit more,
then things could go back to the way there were before.

If only… she had liked me, a little bit more.

© LRose