Oct 29, 2004 13:57
i think the pain in my stomach is in account to the fact that my heart is broken into tiny little pieces and its cutting up my stomach lining.
and i think if i cry any more i might dry up like a clay figure in the sun and when you come home and find me lying in bed and you touch me, i'll crumble and all that will be left is this bed full of dust reminding you that i loved you so much that it burned me in the end.
[your heart is beating so fast....thats because it hurts...baby....its ok. love is suppose to hurt]
i have a little picture book of you and i
and i can look back and see everything like its real again
the first time we met
[your heart is beating so fast]
the first time we kissed
[thats because it hurts]
the first time i touched you
[baby]
the first time i said i loved you
[its ok]
the first time i realized i was hopelessly and wholly in love with you
[love is suppose to hurt]
but looking back on now....it hurts me so much.
[its ok]
and i can't help but think that i am going to be lost if you go.
[love is suppose to hurt]