| It Is... (Found this while rummaging through past papers) I think about it and I cry A thousand tears I tell my feelings Nothing back It's so strong Nothing back But every day I always cry I let her know how I feel I know she hears me She feels for another Not me I know this and I think It makes me so sad I break into tears My hope seems worthless She likes another and not me I cry for this I've never felt more for another It is her... her |