Some times being apart
brings you closer in the end...

Some times when i am alone i cry.
Just because i am on my own...

Love is when you shed a tear...
and you still love her...

She says to me, crying softly
as i bang my head agianst the wall...

And after all this
i am so confused...

I'm not suppose to love you
I'm not suppose to care about you...

If i could dream at night
and if those dreams came true...

I have so many things on my mind.
So many things i worry about things that are...

If i asked why i love her i would say:
Its the sway in her hips...