Once your memory starts to fade from my mind inner peace is what I wish to find
If a piece of mind was never truly meant to be, may God help clear my head so that one day he'll steal my soul and set me free
I not only see the pain through her eyes but feel the pain within her chest, it's like whatever I do seems to cause more stress
Maybe it was her
Maybe it was me
Nights like this I can't think clearly, yelling too loud to hear what's really being said makes it impossible to truly listen to the words
I wish I could learn how not to hurt you but every word that comes out does nothing but anger, hurt, and offend you
Having me think.. why can't things change?,
does she still love me?, and what would happen if I ever lost her?
These are the things I think of when I think of us..
I hate what we've become, the people we've chosen to be throughout a short period of time and I hate the fact that I can't love you the way I used to
Despite the pain of watching you slowly slip away I find relief for not having to do with old situations that were far from brief but rather dragged on
I mean, good grief
If I can turn back the hands of time just to feel our bodies intertwine I would hope it'd be our love that goes back to what it was
A love redefined, a love that was once yours and mine
Darling I miss the times love was kind and problems weren't stressed but rather blind
Sad to say our end is here but you've let this love disappear
Losing you used to be my biggest fear Goodbye now my dear
S