Does she hold your hand like me?
Does she call you like me...
Love is like a million arrows being shot through...
it hurts...
I am in love but dead inside
I wonder why she left me hurting...
When it hurts so bad,
why does it feel so good...
I guess this smile
is because of you...
As I lie with you holding you tight
I look into your eyes as they shin so bright...
I'm sitting here alone
thinking about you...
I run from my problems
my sorrow...
Roses are red
violets are blue...
<i no it looks long but its not so please read...
forget his name...
Is it my big blue eyes
or my long blonde hair...
Standing in the rain as it pours on my head
thinking about all the things i said...