My thoughts of you claw wildly at my heart, ripping it into shreds. It's killing me not being able to call you mine...and I'm irritated with the truth that I'm way too dumb for dreaming something surreal. |
It would not hurt if it was not real. |
You walked into the room |
All for love; all for you. |
Try as you may, |
A good love is like a rash |
Whom the Son of GOD sets free is free indeed. |
Thought she was interested in my obsession with her, but I was only dreaming. |
Please don’t become just a memory. |
I can only hope that somehow I am enough for you to want to come back. |