sitting on the bench outsidenot minding the cold pouring rain
regretting people's talking about
it's just that i am hiding.
i am hidingg that i am falling
i am falling apart
pretty sure that you're happy
happy to break me
you're breaking
you're breaking me free
though there's been a hell of a lot of water
under both our bridges,
still it is tempting to think we can
start up where we left off.
it isn't that i am begging
just love me back
if you only knew how myself
hurt thinking of you.
once you saw me happy,
i consent my self to be,
secretly i am tenaciously unhappy.
if you think i haven't get over to the
pain you've caused, think not
i do believe everything happens for a reason
it's that were not meant to be
i'm not yours and you're not mine.
here outside sitting on the bench very cold,
still holding on that maybe
someone will give something
will make me warm
expecting.
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