It; 's getting late. Another argument lies unresolved. I blame you. Though I know that it was my fault too. I still love you. What am I supposed to do. And now the silence. Hurts more than word
There are days I get so tired of being me. There are days I just can't face reality. And dealing with people that I just don't want to see. Gets me thinking about you and me. In my mind I dream of
I know about all your faults. Somehow they never deter me. And there are times when we talk. You really know how to soothe me. There are times I look at you. And I realise that you need me too.