Comments : He Won't Be There

  • 19 years ago

    by Karl Brondehoff

    You tell me you love me as you push me away,
    you tell all your friends that I am gay,
    I loved you when you hurt me,
    time and again.
    You can't understand I need to heal my pain.
    I have to push you away lest I go mad,
    God I wish you wouldn't be so sad.