If only you knew what I went through each day.
If only you knew how many dream you force to fly away.
If only you knew what I’d like to say.
If only you knew how many things you miss each day.
I wonder if then maybe,
You would understand why…
Why I act as I do,
Why I say what I say,
And how the way you acted made me feel this way.
If only, If only,
I may never be able to tell,
It may as well be this way.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
If only you knew what I went through each day.
If only you knew how many dream you force to fly away.
If only you knew what I’d like to say.
If only you knew how many things you miss each day.
I wonder if then maybe,
You would understand why…
Why I act as I do,
Why I say what I say,
And how the way you acted made me feel this way.
If only, If only,
I may never be able to tell,
It may as well be this way.
Caroline Kearney ©