I am writing you this letter
To tell you what you need to do...

How can you say you love me,
When you can't even trust me...

Dear old friend of mine,
The one whom I love still...

How many times must I tell you
That I love you more than anything...

She looks at the knife
And debates her life...

How can you see me everyday,
And be so unaware of my pain...

I can't wake up in the morning
Without being disappointed I'm still alive...

He hurt me
But was forgiven...

You see my smile,
But not my eyes...

Walking down the street
Tears flooding my eyes...

If only you were here with me
To tell me that I'll be okay...

I know this probably isn't good at all... and it...
Infatuation is often misconstrued as love...