i am torn,
i used to be strong,
but you made me "weak",
i hate it, i hate it, i hate it,
you make me smile,
you make me feel things,
sometimes you even make me cry,
'cause the thought of losing you is like the thought of death itself,
i want to give up, i want to leave you in the past,
prevent the risk of our love drying out,
prevent time from doing its deed,
then it'll hurt less,
when you go with the wind,
i don't know how to go on,
we were strangers once, but i never want to go back to a time where i don't know your touch after a long day,
your laugh echoing in my ears,
the way your lips felt on mine,
you make me terrified of not knowing,
if i move forward, will i end up alone?
if i leave now will i prevent a catastrophe?
or do we have something real?
i know i worry,
i know you care,
but you could still leave,
-what am i to do?