Tears cascade down from my blood-shot eyes
They stain my pillows and face...

How do you know if it's really love?
If you're happy when you're with him its a crush...

As I sit here reminiscing
Of bad times passed...

Love is just a word.The word itself
has no meaning.Only four little letters I can hold...

Does he even know?
Does he know I exist...

Last night after I finished talking With you
I cried myself to sleep...