Werent you the one that held it up
when you were theremy mind was set up
you broke it down
you made this sound
and made me feel, like i had it all
i make some sence in what i speak
even though some words is weak
with you of i speak
of what you said,
of what i said,
the lies you mend
my sorrows seem to makes it end
"it hurts for the moment" I say that to my self
just keep on hurting me
to me its just a book on the shelf
Ima sit here and write
and cry
and fuss
but need you
so let me tend
to what i intended to
