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by Alyssa Schlarb Mar 4, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It wasn't suppose to be like this, It was suppose to be easy. No matter how hard I try, I will never be happy. Every-time I look into your eyes. I get lost. Every-time you touch my hand, You steal my heart. I just want what's best for you, And in my opinion that's me. But in your eyes, You see it differently. No matter what I do, I can't forget you. I keep trying, But my feelings keep coming through. You tell me what I want to hear, Then you break my heart. What did I do to deserve this pain, When did it start? It seems like I don't have a choice, I don't want to do this. But I see no way out, I'm fixing to lose it. So with one final hug, And one final kiss. I'll take our memories with me And begin to cut my wrists.