He hurt me,
not once,not twice,more than thrice,
but i still went back.
it's so hard not to give in,
when all you want is to be needed.
sometimes i hope it will work,
and oh,how i hope it does.
in the end,it never does.
and who's to blame for all the tears I've cried?
no one else,but me,myself and i.
i always go back,
no matter how much it hurts..
even from his single touch,
he's got my heart.
a single embrace,
and my love is his,
even when his not yet the father of my child,
he acts as if he is.
never do i think that it never will,
i hoped to be the one,
he only sees.
it seems too much to ask for,
when,am not sure myself;
of the endless possibilities,
lying deep down at the base,
only showing signs,I've already seen before;
that may heart may either carve or break.
and all that'll remain
would be the passion of love,
spilling through my loveless veins..
