You are the best thing in my life.
You have always been there for me.
All I want is to be your wife.
However, that isn't what you see.

You see me as a person to keep.
A person to hold.
It sometimes makes me feel cheap.
I'm afraid to be bold.

I want to be your wife.
It is as simple as that.
Why can't you decide on your life?
What do you feel like you can't have that?

My love for you is real.
You are all I think about.
Everything about this is surreal.
I can't even think being without.

I want to be  your wife.
It is as simple as that.
Let me be a permanent part of your life.

Tears seem to stream out of me
Just like drops of rain out of the sky.
They fall, hitting the ground softly.
No matter how much it hurts,
I know these tears will help.
I will keep going,
and  the tears will not last for long.

I moved away to start a new life.
A life without pain,
a life without sorrow,
a life without agony.

I moved away to start a new life.
I won't have pain.
I won't have sorrow.
I won't have agony.

All of those are left behind
in a life that was meant to be.
I don't regret mistakes
but now a life will be learned.

It ended and it was hard.
I didn't even know how I had the strength.
Saying goodbye to you was
like saying goodbye to a part of me.
Letting go of a piece of who I was.
I will miss you.
I must let you go for good
and never regret that I had you.
It was time to end
even though it was hard,
I'm letting go.

I lay in the grass,
looking into the starry sky.
I realize that I am still
not wanting to die.

With him, I burn, I falter,
I cry, I ache.
He makes me hurt like no other
without not one single break.

I stare into the sky,
knowing what I must do.
I dial his number without even thinking,
no clue.
He answers, I pause.
I am completely at a loss.
Then, this comes out of my mouth.
"It's over."
He asks why.
"You have a girl in your bed and it isn't me."
I hit end, without even thinking.
It is the end to that life.

I look up into the sky,
and I know I will not die.
I can see that I will survive.

My heart isn't dead,
it is still beating.
Even though my body feels numb,
even though my brain cannot think,
my heart keeps beating.
Why am I alive?
Is it to move on from the past
and learn of a new future?
Create a new life that I can love.
My heart will learn as it always has
to let go of the past
and move on to better things.

My heart beats fast as I look into his eyes...
his scary green eyes that appear to want to steal my soul.
Every time he is on top of me
I know that I want to look at him.
I want to see what I want to believe is real.
I open my eyes and see him staring down on me.
His eyes are as green as a snake,
I feel nothing but pure fear.
Fear that he will take my heart from my chest.
What he may do with it, I will never know.
Maybe put it in a jar and hide it away for his treasure.
He knows he has me.
I can't escape.
Maybe he has already stolen my heart
and this is why I can't look
into the eyes of the man
who stole something that wasn't his.