Bilmuri Conditional
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 'till 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 till I have no more