My heart is breaking.
(10)
You just turn and walk away.
(9)
In truth, I'm afraid of what you would say.
(8)
I tell you I don't want to talk about it.
(7)
You ask me what's wrong, why I'm upset.
(6)
I fail to hide the look on my face.
(5)
You tell me you're going to her place.
(4)
I almost reached over to grasp your hand.
(3)
But it doesn't matter, you'll never quite understand.
(2)
I try explaining you make me feel inadequate.
(1)
You notice I look sad; maybe frustrated.
May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
My heart is breaking.
(10)
You just turn and walk away.
(9)
In truth, I'm afraid of what you would say.
(8)
I tell you I don't want to talk about it.
(7)
You ask me what's wrong, why I'm upset.
(6)
I fail to hide the look on my face.
(5)
You tell me you're going to her place.
(4)
I almost reached over to grasp your hand.
(3)
But it doesn't matter, you'll never quite understand.
(2)
I try explaining you make me feel inadequate.
(1)
You notice I look sad; maybe frustrated.