Been here before…
There is nothing more
I struggle each time
You enter my troubled mind,
I fall only to see if you would come
It isn’t fun
I hate the circumstance and pretense
I often time feel so dense.
Beneath me it really is
To tie up all my love and time into this
Into something that really isn’t, is it?
I will walk with my head up not down
The only thing I will want is to really be found
Beneath me, or is it, to beg or plea
I just thought maybe you really loved me.