I'm tired of not sleeping.
I'm sick of being sick.
I'm afraid of fear.
I'm hopelessly sorry, that you're not even here.
I'm impatiently waiting.
I'm madly happy.
I'm strongly weak.
I'm feeling alot of anguish that you can't even entreak.
The ways of love are killing.
The ways of hate are strong.
And when you put them both together.
You'll notice something is very wrong.
You're not suppose to be there, by yourself all alone.
You're suppose to be with me, here at my own home.
But we've tried it once before,
and I guess it just might never work.
I hope your happy, with the way you've made my heart crack.
Yet, no matter just how angry.
No matter just how sad.
Every time you end something, I intend to take you back.
