• Sitting over the world, with my feet in its puddle, I hold his hand and point out what I see.
    Standing over the overpass, with my hands to the sky, I let go of his hand and hide what I see.
    I never guessed, that love would be a mess, that jealousy, would lead me to be, the one crying, while hes trying, to get me to stop lying, to myself and my mind, trying to declare him unkind, to say he would leave, to me and him another female would cleve.

    Sitting on a cloud, with my heart in his, I look in his eyes for the love he says is there.
    Standing on a road,with my heart in tatters, I look for the only way out of him not being there.
    I never knew, my feelings could be strewed, strung up and used to hanged, with my soul feeling outraged, my life turned upside down, my life turned around, because I refused to see, how much he really cared for me.

    Sitting on my bed, my hands running through his head, I kiss him again.
    Standing on my bed,my hands holding up his head, I kiss him again.
    I never knew, how much he knew, about how much I loved him, how much I enjoy being with him, and how damn insecurities, can almostkill relationships.