Your words cut like a knife,
Your actions make me scared.
The feelings you give me full of strife,
It seems like you forget what we shared.
I’m afraid of losing you,
But you leave me no choice.
If you cant be nice to me,
If we cant talk civilly,
I can’t be with you.
I love you more than anything,
But out timing is all wrong.
Our days may be numbered baby.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC
Your words cut like a knife,
Your actions make me scared.
The feelings you give me full of strife,
It seems like you forget what we shared.
I’m afraid of losing you,
But you leave me no choice.
If you cant be nice to me,
If we cant talk civilly,
I can’t be with you.
I love you more than anything,
But out timing is all wrong.
Our days may be numbered baby.
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