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...

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

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

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