The pit of my stomach wants to give you more chances
Despite all the critical onlooker’s glances.
They think there is no hope for you
Yet they don’t love or hope for you as I do.
I am scared to let you lie to me again
I am afraid my forgiveness will fail here towards the end
I hurt for you
All those plans and things might not come true.
The telling you, I love you, is simple
But trusting you is hard and cumbersome, like water with a ripple
It would appear to be in control
But really it is struggling, you know.
Inside each person, we need to decide whether the importance is given to unimportant things
And if along the road it will be worth all the pains.
Sometimes in a brief second, I catch glances of times past
In my heart what I want is for the good times to last.
Sadly, it is not in my hands
I have given you all my demands
Yet you shrugged and then walked away
Seems tears are all came from that one day
I fall to my knees and constantly pray.
Maybe one more day, maybe one more start
Or maybe it will stay heavy on my heart.
You know why.