If I told you how I felt would I,
Be a different kind of guy.
Would I laugh and play in careless dreams,
Or would I still be so torn at the seams.
Would it hurt to see your face,
Would I still be stuck in the same place.

Would I love and would I care,
Would I cry and would I share.
Could I be a softer soul,
Will I ever again be whole?

I tried to escape the way I feel,
I've tried to disguise your intoxicating appeal.
I want you gone I need you out,
But I still want you so bad I scream and shout.
It's always a fight to try move past the pain,
I relive that day over and over and over again.

I must be strong in ways I know not,
To hear your name and still not give-up.
To be thankful and happy for all that I've got,
But still living like I've got a half empty cup.
I want it to end no matter the price,
I'm sick to death of Fate and her dice.