There are things that should of been said,
sorry wasn't in the word you spelled out
for me, and that is you didn't love me
as I loved you.

I love you, you love me not
there is something going on
I can't say what.
I hurt you, you hurt me again
there's a certain way you
love someone, and this is not
one of them.
I played you, you played some
more, then when it stopped, that
is when it started to rain.

There's something I should of done,
when I had the chance to do it,
and that's to burn that picture on
my desk, those eyes of loneliness,
the smile of heartache, why do I
fall so hard.

I love you, you love me not,
I cry, and you cried some more
I died on that day that you
said it was over, was it really??
I hated you, you couldn't bring
your self to say it, but I saw
it in your eyes.

There's still that empty place
in my heart, waiting to be filled
by someone's love, any one 's love.
there's still that picture, no it is not
on my desk nomore.
there's someone else in your life
and I am wondering if you
are playing those same old games as
you did with me.

I loved you, you hurt me again,
I cried for you, you laughed ,
I wanted a friend, but in the
end I lost, cause I loved you.
 

November 1,2000