Love is the only thing i pine for
you for me, me for you
i care for you more
you are one of the very few
i go to sleep every night
with eyes as red as blood
remembering that fight
turns those couple of tears into a flood
why can't you remember all the good times we had
the day we got together
the day you met my dad
how can you not see
all the love i am ready to give you
but for some reason you are being stubborn with me
what can i do?
i am ready to kill myself for you to be happy
just give me a gun, a knife, or a rope
my life is already crappy
I'd rather die than mope
sometimes i think it would be better
if we didn't shout
if he hadn't got together
I'd have nothing to cry about
i never want to see you again in my life
i don't want to see you near me
i realize now, i couldn't be your wife
i guess we just weren't meant to be