| It's hard to say I hate you, it hurts for me to lie. I shouldn't have to do this, at this time in my life. I should be writing letters, to an unknown perfect man, I should be dreaming of prince charming, and my very own fairy land. I shouldn't have to keep these secrets, or sit silently when I know, that every second that I keep them, the strain begins to show. I know that you could love her, 'til death do you part in vows, if you just break it to me gently, it's up to you to choose. When I live and go to heaven, I'll be an angel in his arms, loving my prince charming, 'til death truly do us part. You'll become nothing but a memory, when I grow and find something real, I'll forget you ever happened, a childs love wrapped in steel. |
