how am I supposed to know If love is true and I’m to grow? For I felt love at the hands of a liar while I cried, as he got higher, And I felt love as I was used Over again, as self was fused. And I felt love as rumours were spread, Through hours of wanting to just be dead, BUT I felt love at the laugh of my mother The calm embrace of my older brother I felt love at the smile of my dad, Whom, though caring, can drive me mad, And I felt love at the friendships we’ve formed the girls with whom I’ve laughed and mourned, and I felt love in the nudge of the dog, the soggy walks home and the days full of fog.