Months Of Crying
All those months of crying
Il never forget.
Praying for a miracle,
That would never happen.
All the playing over,
Was I a game to you?
Just a lousy game?
You would laugh with all your friends.
While I just sat there,
Faking my smile.
No one believed what I saw in you
All of them told me different things
All containing of you breaking me
Devasted as I was
But of course you wouldn't notice.
Crying every time I came home,
Did you ever notice?
All you would care about was her
You never spoke to her
But all you did was daydream
Of a time that you did speak.
That is not love.
Love is when you won't give up,
You don't give up on what you really believe in.
You spend hours and hours
Laughing and talking
About anything that pops up
Your conversations never get old
As if all the stars were lined up
For us to meet.
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