Your lack of love does not diminish hers Hers is a love that never ceases Hers is a love that always forgives Even with your promises that you can never keep
Some are friendly and like to be kissed, Some are lonely with cuts on their wrist, But some have found, When a man is around, That it's surprisingly easy to walk into a fist.
Sometimes we aren’t meant To be more than what we see Make believe past reality Not meant to be more than What we are meant to be What we are Is intrinsic to us What we sometimes See and think we will be We already are