Sitting hear thinking about my life, what should I do. I Love You.
Do you really love me, or are you just there.
I cry as I hold my pillow tight.
Feelings of hate and jealousy begin to rage my mind, when knowing you seemed to act like you were not mine one night.
Do you really love me, I scream inside while my heart breaks to see the visions inside my head since you seemed to act like you were not mine that night.
With the question of why, tears flood theses eyes knowing you seemed to not be mine one night.
