You Don't Even Know
You don't even know
How much you've hurt me,
Our marriage was a mistake?
My tearful soul, now bleeds.
You have already forgiven me
For what happened in the past,
But, still throw it in my face
How long will that last?
I'm getting sick and tired
Of this love, hate relationship,
You always made my knees weak
All the times, we had kissed.
You hate my guts, do you?
Then why are you still with me?
If our marriage is based on a lie
Then just, set our hearts free.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.21/2008
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