For years I cried,
Wondering,
Why your love for me died,
Thinking of the things that we went through,
Thinking,
That your love for me was true,
Maybe I was wrong,
And we really just,
Didn’t belong,
There are times that a part of me wanted to die,
Maybe it was just the thought,
That what we had was just a lie,
Now I’m here next to the phone,
Wondering who I should call,
When I’m alone,
As The nights start getting cold,
I wish that there was someone here,
For me to hold,
But as time goes on,
The tears start to dry,
I find myself asking,
Why.
