I Don'T Know How To Love You
DON’T LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES.
IT HURTS TO SEE YOU CRY.
IT EVEN HURTS WHEN YOU TURN AWAY.
LISTEN PLEASE TO WHAT I SAY.
I CAN’T SAY IT ANY OTHER WAY.
I DO CARE ABOUT YOU
IT’S TRUE.
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU.
NOT THE SAME WAY YOU DO.
I DIE CAUSE I HURT YOU.
I’VE BEEN AROUND AND HURT PROFOUND.
NOW THAT I’VE FOUND YOU I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I AM SINSERE,
BUT WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE.
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU.
I DO CARE ABOUT YOU.
I DIE CAUSE I HURT YOU.
I NEED YOU.
I WANT YOU.
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU,
NOT THE SAME WAY YOU DO.
Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005
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