As I lay here in bed with my mind filled with nothing but you,
I think of all the things we’ve been through…
Why am I crying remembering all these things?
It is as if you have bound my heart to you with strings.
I used to be so cold and unloving,
But when you came, I never saw it coming.
Love was never a trait I wished to possess,
But that all changed when you confessed.
I thought it would be different this time around,
Hoping you would prove to me not all men are clowns.
However once again I was right,
For I always thought you would remain my light…
It was too good to be true,
And before I knew it we were through,
Now I lay here in this empty bed,
Wishing that I were as good as dead.
I think of all the things we’ve been through…
Why am I crying remembering all these things?
It is as if you have bound my heart to you with strings.
I used to be so cold and unloving,
But when you came, I never saw it coming.
Love was never a trait I wished to possess,
But that all changed when you confessed.
I thought it would be different this time around,
Hoping you would prove to me not all men are clowns.
However once again I was right,
For I always thought you would remain my light…
It was too good to be true,
And before I knew it we were through,
Now I lay here in this empty bed,
Wishing that I were as good as dead.
