knowledge is power,
or at least that's what they tell me.
in my case,
knowledge is more like a weakness.
i know how you how you feel,
about her,
that is.
and that breaks me down.
you love her.
they say your first love
can't compare
to any other love.
i wish i could.
i wish i would have been your,
first love.
i wish i could have been your,
first love.
but i wasn't.
i wish i could compare
to the feeling in the air
when you hear her name
and remember
all the times
that you shared.
but i can't,
and i never will,
and it kills me,
that you care for her still.
she's giving you all you ever wanted.
a new beginning,
a second chance.
why don't you take it?
we could break this off,
right now.
because i can tell
by how you act
that there are feelings for her
that you can't take back.
and i'm sorry for that.
i love you
i need you
but i won't keep you
from
the love
of
your
life.