So to sit here and wonder what I did wrong
What happened to make you so sour
Its my goddamned birthday
And you don't even wanna see me for an hour
As you tell me you love me,
What to you really think,
Is it true or just something to say...
Something to make me not speak.
When I tell you I love you
I mean it.
I dont just say it to you,
To you its not just out of habbit.
And Look at this,
A poem for you?
Who could have thought....
That you could make me so blue.
As I'm writing this,
Its been about 3 hours since we talked
Since I stood in Walmart,
Just stood there, wanting to cry.. cry and never stop.
You may not understand this
But I sure as hell do..
So do you still think I'm lying,
When I tell you I love you...
