los banos, ca,
you pull me close,
and say your sorry,
but somehow it grows old,
you say its nothing,
not to worry,
but i never know whats left untold.
i let you hold me,
but i know inside,
that it shouldnt hurt this much,
my heart is confused,
but still i try,
kept safe within your touch.
i asked you questions,
but you cannot speak,
and it leaves worries in my mind,
you say you love me,
but my soul is weak,
wondering whats left unsaid this time.
i tried to forget,
but it still hurts to much,
the look in your eyes,
as you glance away,
i see you welcoming her touch,
and my faith in you starts to die.
i get tired of the same old games,
but you still need to play them,
im sorrys dont seem to mean as much,
still you find the need to say them.
im broken down from all the worries,
of where you are and who your with,
its getting hard to keep on trying,
being in love shouldnt feel like this.
im always the one to say im sorry, but have never once forgave myself......