I use to hide away from life
Holding in all this strife
In the end I was pulling out a knife.
The closing of my chest
Caused by all of this stress
Resulting in a disastrous mess.
Sometimes I chose to lie
So I don’t have to cry
And lose another guy.
I am feeling so blue,
So please give me a clue
And tell me that we are not through.
Do not tell me we’re done
When we have just begun
Being each other’s only one.
Years don’t dictate
What may be fate
And what could have been great.
