that makes me cry
as memories of us
taunt me in my dreams
Its the same weakness
that makes my heart stop
When i hear your voice
On the telephone line.
That same weakness
That makes me weep
When ever you write to say
That even though you aren't here
You think of me everyday.
Your my never ending heartache
My moment of doubt and pain
Your the weakness that holds me captive
your the sadness that drives me insane.
