I hate my self so much,
Cuz I always think of you...
Holding a cupful of empty hope,
I sit alone in this blurry, cold night...
Dreams of holding you and your every touch,
Silence...theres no words.. I just love you so...
The hardest thing i will ever do
is hold on tightly to him but still love you...
Why should I wake up
if your right here...
What I would do to be that one
That one who held you close...
There’s a baby boy
Searching for his baby girl...
What would it be like
To hold another's hand...
You don't know,
How much you mean to me...
I know I don’t believe in you
But I still can’t stand...
I will never be the one you love
for she’s already took that title...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
Love, such a wonderful thing, but it brings so...