| Painful Love is hard. No matter how have you try, and you can't avoid it. It's all around you. It's like sitting in a waiting room... waiting for that one person to call your name on that retarded clipboard. But yet my name is never called, so I just wait longer, cause this is important. I can't miss this appointment. But - What would happen if I walked out? What would he do? Would he run after me saying, yes it's your turn, c'mon back. I don't want to love him, but I do anyway. I've given him my warmest embrace, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it will make him realize he loves me. Realize he can't live without me. He said he loved me once, but he took it back. And I still love him. Love is painful. Each time I look at him, I want him, and each time, I feel more pain. He doesn't love me. So how could he know how I feel? How would he know my pain? |