I was born to tell you I love you.

I look into your eyes, and I see forever.

Sad words and depressing feelings get old so fast,
But why then does your love seem to last.

Nothing really seems to matter,
Now that I've broken my heart
From falling off the love laddar

I get up early
After going to bed late
Because I can't get over
Being everything you hate

Don't worry about me because I'll be fine
I just want to know I'll get through this okay
Please God, just send me a sign!

Simply being alive doesn't quite cut it
Because I can't seem to stand nor can I sit
Because these emotional pains caused from love
Well, they never want to quit

My heart says "Keep going"
My mind says "Just stop"
There's really no way
I can end up on top

Ever since I lost her, I've become accustomed to disappointment and hearthache that comes along with it.

I guess going through Hell wasn't enough
Either were the endless flow of tears everyday
Or the false belief that you would come back