Love;
the heart that knows
a pain that grows.
One look
and I know
you don't love me anymore.
But look at me now
and look at me then,
you don't see
why there's a change in me.
I move on
but only because I must
or else wither into the dust.
Looking out for me,
number one,
I can move on
but never leave completely.
My love;
a pain that only my heart knows
and even today still grows.
