| Another Fight Begins It seemed so important. I wanted it so bad. You think its stupid, you tell me no. Without a thought, another fight begins. I yell, you yell. We say things we know we'll regret. As usual I end up on the couch. Where I wonder, why? Why did it seem so important? Now I lay here alone, thinking about you. Wishing I was with you and not alone. But to stubborn and prideful to admit It wasn't that important. Written by John Lane Schultz January 21, 1999 |