Sometimes my loving you is like pushing against a stone, when my needs
Cry out , you want to be alone. Maybe it would be better if our love had
Another jumpstart, but I've been told to always go with your heart
When looking at relationships of those who seem to have it made
What you really see is no more than pretense on slow parade
I keep on giving out all the love I own, but my heart is slowly breaking
Because one just can't keep on pushing uphill against a stone