Aug 19, 2006 20:51
You say you hate to see me cry
Then why do you always bring a tear to my eye?
All I do is try to make you understand what I feel inside
But you take my words, transform them into weapons
And make me the one with all the faults
And I'm tired of having to tell you how to love me
Tired of seeing a little boy in front of me
He seems to never grow up
And I'm just tired of waiting for him to catch up
Look, here comes the wave of our argument
Go ahead, point to my past
Yell out my mistakes
Tell me I'm the one always leaving you
What a selfish person you think I am
But you don't even remember those butterflies inside anymore
You no longer value the simple action of holding my hand
or staring into my eyes
Maybe you are right-
Maybe it is all my fault for thinking that there's only you for me in this world
And in return letting you have all of my soul
Perhaps I loved too much,
gave too much,
devoted myself too much for you
Yes, it IS all my fault
for seeking your long-forgotten butterflies
and wanting a romantic night alone with you
For desiring you to tell me how happy I make you,
or that your counting the days 'till you see me again
It's my fault for wanting to make love instead of just having sex
and then fall asleep while you play with my hair
YOU ARE RIGHT
It is all my fault in the end.