Thursday, July 12, 2012



Walking through water up to my chest
I’m exhausted at best
I picture you walking without a care
I picture you walking away and it’s not fair
I don’t want to hurt so bad
I know that you aren’t sad
Why did we start this mess?
Both of us said we didn’t want the stress.


How come love hurts so bad
Why did I dare to love you
Even though I knew better
I remember the day I said I don’t care
I will love him anyway
I am crazy and
That is why I am always
Walking through water up to my chest.



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