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by Renee Dec 5, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I suffer from a disease A disease called love Every night i cry myself to sleep Because I'm all torn up Our relationship is still going For a whole year now Why is it that you still could never find me in a crowd I listen to your voice And hear a deafen sound I wish you truly cared about me I wish that you would be proud Proud to be with me And proud of what i believe in But all you do is criticize It makes me feel useless Our love is lost Together we're an empty shell What i felt before feels like the warning of what i feel now I wish we could be in love I wish i would not walk away with tears in my eyes I wish i could let go of youHopefully someday There will be a cure A cure for this horrible disease This disease called loveby Renee do not steal mmmkkk thx