If I told you, I love you
Would you say, I love you back?
Or would you just sit there
While I have an asthema attack?
You used to say I love you
And, so did I
But we stopped for a few months
While I took the time to cry
Maybe you did too
But how was I to know
A tear in my eye
As I lay my head on the pillow
A regular occurance
Almost every night
If being with you is wrong
Why does it feel so right?
I ask myself that same question
Like a million times a day
Every night before I go to bed
I look up at the stars and pray
