Nov 12, 2004 00:02
"You do not know how much this hurts me
To say these things that I don't want to say
But have to say them anyway.
I would do anything to end your suffering,
But you would rather walk away.
And does it make you sad to find yourself alone
And does it make you mad to find that I have grown
I'll bet it hurts so bad to see the strength that I have shown
When you answer the door pick up the phone
You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home."