Why do I try to mend something that's too broken to be fixed,
I mean I love you, hate you well my feelings are mixed,
I never thought it would happen like this,
but I knew it wouldn't be like my first kiss,
which was slow but sudden nearly a mis,
when I met you I thought you were crazy,
then i got to know then knew you were crazy,
I mean I always tried to get along but it was for him and only him,
it was always about him,
I know I cheated, I know I lied
but you didnt see me sad, you never knew I cried
I love you , I loved you
love me, marry me, I do.