It's hard not to have her
i feel like i'm dead inside...

Staring at the sky i start to think of you
of all the memories of us to...

Your eyes shone bright
they sparkled and glow...

I wake up every morning
thinking about your face...

You think she likes you
you think you wants you...

Every time you walk by
and i see you with that guy...

I wish you could be here
wish i could hold you...

Love is harsh and cruel
it leaves broken in the outside but the it also...

If you say you love me
do you mean it so...

When you hold my hand
i feel safe and sound...

There was once a boy and girl
they where discussing there love...

Would love to touch your lips
and feel your soft sweet hands...