When i first met you, i fell in love with you,
As we got to know each other my love grew.
I didn't know how you felt about me,
So i took the chance i had to see.
I told you i loved you with all I've got,
And you said you didn't love me, i wasn't hot.
I took the chance to love and get hurt,
I took the chance to feel like dirt.
I cant stop these feelings there to strong,
But yet why do they seem so wrong.
The love wont go away, the pain inside,
Love is just the slowest form of suicide!
