I come home, Turn on the radio and
Turn off the lights
And lay here think of you
I think about the little things you do
You always want me smiling
Rather that crying
You would rather me laughing
Than sniffling
All those times are great Babe
And i wish that i could keep it like that always
But when our relationship has its flaws
I dont want to talk at all
All i want to do is go and cry
Some times you dont realize that its the little thigs
You do and say
That make me run and hide
To go and cry
Thinking in the back of my head "Are you tring to bye?"
