If only she didn't hate herself, |
If only you didn't miss her, |
If only you did love her, |
Now that you lost her, |
Heart goes up in smoke, |
She cries herself to sleep, |
I whisper a thousand words, |
Your eyes say |
To love is to suffer. to keep myself from pain, i must not love, but then one suffers from not loving. therefore i must choose to love and suffer, or to suffer because lack there of. |
In losing you i lost myself |