srijeda, 03.11.2010.

Ah, the misery of love...

I remember the day
I decided you were the one
I was only sixteen
My misery had begun

We never really dated
I suppose it was just a fling
But for some reason
I thought it would end with a ring

Oh, how wrong I was
You never really loved me
I was used and abused
Because I was stupid
For following my heart

So here we are
Five years down the road
I still see your face
I still hear your voice
I still feel your touch

And sadly, I wake up
You are not with me
But how I wish you were
I wished that you loved me
Maybe that would be the cure...