Both

She says i dont love her..

When i look up at the moon, the sun, the stars..

She's everything i see..

Incomplete i am without her..

Nothing left of me..

My hearts gone cold..

And love..

Tortured the soul..

Though i really do love her..

Its something she doesnt see..

Both broken, both sad and both crying..

Nothing more i want now then to be dead..