the pain of loss
I'll be called a hoe and player because for some reason its always my fault...
and I only wish for once you would stop lying...for once be told the truth...
you know i knew it wouldn't last good things never do, and you where a good thing...
the cracks and bruises started to heal, the fear went away... but lately, lately that fear has been coming back...
the fear im losing something- someone i love...
but I think its for the best that we end things here, before I become even more broken than I was before...
because loving you brings fear... too much fear...
fear of doing something that will hurt you, hurt me
fear if angering you
fear of losing you
but losing you may be the best thing... i could do...
for me... and for you...
so goodbye my love... i hope we'll meet one day... but if not...
you will forever...
hold a place...
in my heart...
