Jj Heller - What love really means

He ^Bmcries in the corner where ^Gnobody sees, he's the ^Dkid with the story n^Ao one would believe. He ^Bmprays every night, "Dear ^GGod won't you please, could you s^Dend somone here who will ^Alove me?"

Who will ^Dlove me for m^Ae? Not for w^Bmhat I have done or what ^GI will become. Who will ^Dlove me for ^Ame? Bm G (intro. again) 'Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means.

Her o^Bmffice is shrinking a ^Glittle each day, she's the ^Dwoman whose husband has ^Arun away. She'll g^Bmo to the gym after ^Gworking today, Maybe if ^Dshe was thinner then ^Ahe would've stayed. And she says. . .

Who will ^Dlove me for m^Ae? Not for w^Bmhat I have done or what ^GI will become. Who will ^Dlove me for ^Ame? Bm G (intro. again) 'Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means.

He's ^Bmwaiting to die as he ^Gsits all alone, he's ^Da man in a cell who^A regrets what he's done. He ut^Bmters a cry fron the de^Gpths of his soul, "Oh ^DLord, forgive me, I ^Awant to go home."

The he ^Bmheard a voice, somewhere d^Geep inside and it said, ^D"I know you've murdered and ^AI know you've lied ^BmI have watched you suffer ^Gall of your life ^Dand now that you'll listen, ^AI'll tell you that I. . .

I will ^Dlove you for yo^Au. Not for wh^Bmat you have done or what ^Gyou will become I will ^Dlove you for ^Ayou I will ^Bmgive you the love, the ^Glove that you never knew