About me; to me; to remind me.

She hurts more than you'll ever know.
and she doesn't hurt cause it doesn't show?

she's got her composure, that's all i see.
and a pen & paper is all she needs.

to write these lines; verse by verse.
with every word, this love gets worse.

she can't handle this terrible pain,
when all her love remains this way .

it's the same type, over and over.
the same type of boy who just wants to love her.

she's sick of the way it's been going so far.
but she's got to accept the way things are.

i'm sorry to say, but darling it's true.
you've got nothing going for you.

tell them the truth, what do you seek?
where is this love, of which you speak?

There's not much left than to just let go.
but don't do that, i'm sure you know..

that you'll make it through, and nevertheless..
you're always there to try your best.