Fear, it burns like lavor
Unjustifieding everything that I onece lived for,
Felt for,and believed in
Hope, mixed in with the ingredients of confusion,
Has drove me to a wanting confession of the unknown
But emotions that I do feel
Emotions I'm learning to control
I want him with all the pian to follow, but in doubt of the one present
Knowing that I could never give him what she already has
And no matter how hard I try to be apart of it "I will always be the
woman who does much too to keep him, to pleace him"
If he allows me I will give him half of the happiness he brings me
However, I have learned that this happiness is not meant to be shared with him