Torn between The Lines Of Love

In and out,
Up and Down,
Loving you;
is like a merry-go-round.

With a picture of you,
and a letter of days gone by,
I wonder why I left you,
Then I look up and yell at the sky.

It's true that I still love you,
no matter how much I try not,
For somehow I think my love will always be true,
As it always a love not forgot.