oh, to be able to write.
I want so badly to be able to sit here and write something
I want to be able to get this off of my mind
but all I have is the pure, raw feeling
eating me alive from the inside out
and to be able to say I'll love him
tomorrow and in ten million years
that I'll still love him this much
makes my heart ache so badly
I feel like I'm dying here
I don't want to love someone
I'm not good enough for
I don't want to sit here and keep crying
for someone who'll never love me as much
As I know I'll love them
I want my own love.
I want it so much that I gave this a chance
and now all I have is this terrible hurt
That extends through my heart like a knife
and to my mind like a headache
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