What can I say?
When all I do is lay
How do you expect me to live?
When there is nothing more to give?
All I do is smile
But I'm really holding in my anger for a while
you walked into my life as if it were fate
but, if you were anymore late,
I wouldn't be writing today.
what made you come?
How could someone waltz into my life?
As if it were written down in my book of life?
You say I love you...
But is that true?