How many times do I have to tell you
I’m sorry for the things I’v done
Just don’t feel sorry for this better hearted woman
But when I start to try to tell you
my heart sinks to the bottom of my belly
That’s when you try to console me
But our trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t I learn to love myself?
That’s why it hurts so bad to know those words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Do I have the need to hurt you so
taking another piece of your heart
Such passions are these that fall apart landing in my lap
you look with a weary heart
a tear falls and a breath is taken
such passions are these that tough my lips and my sinful soul
but steal you take a dip and drink from it steal
a full glass a cupful
Do I have the need to hurt for you?
Should I die a weary death and the angles take my last breath
these are moments I will not regret
Such passions are these that leave us yet
No one knows what our tow hearts have taken
taking a dip and drink from it yet
Sinful souls and a heartfelt dip we drink for it yet
and leave empty-handed and our glasses tipped loosing it’s luster
it’s leftover shimmer
Do I need to hate or love you?
I know we argue and I know we fight
but really can our love win this fight?
Our love is like a Knight with a sword and shield
protecting its weakened crust
Do I have the need to be broken
I’v shattered into a million pieces
leaving you to pick up my pieces
don’t think I changed my mind
I knew in due time you would see my broken rhyme
Do I have the need to ask?
Will my heart ever mend and be whole once again?