How do you expect me to not feel this way?

How do you expect me to not question?

How are you going to lift me up and use me?

Everything I am, I'm not.

How do you expect me to do this?

I don't know that you love me.

How is that supposed to feel?

I don't know that you're pleased with me.

How is that supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to know?