Living life a prisoner.........convicted of love

If I Knew From The Start, Why Am I Falling Apart

Im living life a prisoner convicted of love

Im scared of getting hurt, but im also scared of never having again what i have now

Would you stay knowing it will always be a little diifferent, or would you cut and run

You walk in and my strength walks out the door

You were the one guy who was suppose to show me you were different, instead you showed me you were all the same

I hate you, but right now i miss you

Your the only one i let in, and now i cant let you out

I cant stay mad at you for minute, yt you can hurt me, how does that work