Starting to think things are all bad, like our time is rehearsed
Wanting you so bad feeling like it's a curse
this pain in my stomach oh how it hurts
I'm crying out for you
wanting you to understand
I don't want you as my play mate
I want you as my man
to have and to hold as my husband
will that ever happen?
or will I just be your friend?
who knows only GOD knows
As I lay here in bed
I think of times we shared
I feel tears fall down the side of my head
Not thinking of how me and you shared this bed
Not once but multiple times in this bed
I run my hands across the pillow you once laid on
Thinking of the times you watched me sleep
Good Morning how did you sleep
Tears fall harder, as I hear your voice in my head
Can't seem to let go of the visions, that are locked inside
Can't make any decisions but wanting you in my life
So if possible, can we start over and make this right.
