I hate that YOU put me here,
In this depressed mood...

I miss the way you would make me blush...
I miss the you would tell me I'm beautiful...

I love it when you tell me I'm beautiful..
In your eyes you see my flaws, but you don't care...

Leukemia is something no parent wants to hear...
The sight of a child in pain makes the angels cry...

God saw you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be...

To Know that YOU still love HER, it hurts
The way SHE makes YOU feel, Its so painful...

It scares me that one day HER feelings for YOU...
That SHE would take YOU back and I would be alone...