I can not seem to find,
the words I long to say;
To tell you of my feelings,
I live with every day.
~
For if I were to tell you,
I hate the way you lie;
You'd turn your anger towards me,
so fierce, I'd want to die.
~
And if I were to tell you,
your cheating's not okay;
You'd say it was my fault,
I caused you to stray.
~
Now if I were to tell you,
that ***** *** is wrong;
You'd fly off of the handle,
and tell me it's my job.
~
And if I were to tell you,
we can't communicate;
You'd tell me I was crazy,
with a heart so full of hate.
~
So if I were to tell you,
you have broken my heart;
You'd come unglued, like an old shoe,
blaming Satan for your part.
