The thought of you brings back tears,
all the fears.
of being hurt
i love you and you know its
you say it but you dont show it
we fight,
you yell,
you even cuss
then you leave me in the dusk
sitting alone,
in this world so cold
i need your touch,
i want your hold
is that too much to ask
is that too much to need
is that to much too want
did u really even love me??
they say words are cheap
but yours were so diffrent
i wanted to believe
i guess i was being gullible,
i guess thats who i am
im sorry im me
im sorry im not who i use to be...
