it's cold and I feel small
i'm alone and I feel abandoned
i'm me, but i've lost myself in your love
I hope you feel the same,
yet your feelings never shown
I am in constant turmoil
he loves me he loves me not
he loves me he loves me-
BOOM
my feelings explode inside me
I am hit with the shrapnel
Am I good enough?
Does you care as I do?
what will become of me and you?
he loves me he loves me not
he loves me he-
I can;t function like this can't think
I work to keep busy but I am constantly distracted
awaiting our next meeting,
next encounter
then left to my own devices I wonder
why it's so delayed
who you're with and what you're doing
how you're probably not thinking of me
It is against my morals to sit and wait
at home for you to come
for you to leave your job and see me
but I do it
It hurts to stay and it hurts to go
what will become of this, of us,
I dont think either one of us knows
but such are the trials of young love
and I suppose it's something to accept and embrace
but still I dread the heartache