i love writing poetry,going to church, music, and hanging wit friends |
You said,"Just friends,"
When I asked why...
I kno that hurt u hun, hun, hun
Now i'm sayin sorry for things that i've done...
It was "Bring Your Dad to School Day,"
On that warm and sunny day in May...
I think the connection is bad,
Can't you hear me...
I sigh,
And wipe away another tear...
Because of who I am,
And what I believe...
You look at me,
All you see is a girl, who seems to have it all...
Don't know how to say it,
Stumbling over words...
They think I'm perfect,
Sure I am...
I should have said it,
I say this every day...
"You are my best friend, |
I used to think people were smart. I was just corrected by you. |
It was so hard for me to say "I love you". I guess it really is true, you don't know what you have til it's gone. |