As I sit here wondering what to do
I slowly lose my mind...
I'm not a special person
And I'll probably won't be known...
I snuggle up to him in those long awaiting arms.
I rest my head on his chest...
You're beautiful
yeah i said it "YOUR BEAUTIFUL"...
Feeling ignored and neglected
Seeing you talking to then ignoring me...
We both had little pieces of matching thread
on our wrists...
I'll meet you under the cherry tree
There I will show you the real me...
If you knew me
that I care...
His words like flame against my skin.
His stair like ice burning from within...
I can't believe we met that day,
what a stroke of chance...
I would rather cry,
Than endure this pain...
It hurts when your there for every single one of...
no matter what...