Dear Lord,
Comfort me from all this pain...

No one knows what there going to get.
But what I got was a special gift...

You wound me up in your tight arms.
Knowing that I could never be alarmed...

As I lay here today looking in your dark dim-eyes,
I'm thinking of all the wonderful and sad moments...

I trusted you yeah I was faithful.
After 20 months this is what you pull...

Your a strain on my brain and it's driving me...
I'm walking down memory lane...

To do this I have a crave,
I do this to make my grave...

Sometimes I want to scream.
I never get to live a dream...

Tears of glass,
falling from my eyes...

Through the innocence of your touch sends a love...
The sound of your voice and the look in your eyes...

I told you, you would be the first to go.
When I always use to say that you'd grab my hand...

::+::The pain in love is something you got to...
You just want to be with that one person...