Conditional - Bilmuri

Your love is conditional

Your love is conditional

Your love is conditional

It isn’t real, real, real

I feel so dead inside

I feel a long to die

I keep trying to work for your love

I’m still dying to be good enough

Throw me away with the dirt on the floor

Use me up 'til I have no more

Your love is conditional

Your love is conditional

Your love is conditional

It isn’t real, real, real

Why do I work for the love?

When I know that you’ll say I’m enough

That I’m enough

I keep trying to work for your love

I’m still dying to be good enough

Throw me away with the dirt on the floor

Use me up 'til I have no more