| Oh how my heart hurts right now as I hold my pen Wishing you and I still had a chance. The words I said,the words you said I still hear them echoing in my head. How I die every time I think about you. And how I didn't try harder, Now it's too late,and I am in turmoil over losing your love. As I sit here, Listening to the song that would stir up feelings inside for you, I cry. I want to ball up in a corner and just die My heart is in pieces,too small to ever remand. I lay here and think about you, And slowly I drift off, into a melancholy sleep, With tears racing my cheeks. Copyright � 2002 Dawn L. S. |