Living On Bed Terms
I can't sleep because of you
your on the couch rebelling
against my rules
we can't stand each other
at this point and I'm fighting
the choice to choose
what I really want
because I don't know want I want
I thought I loved you
So why does it hurt?
I don't want to want you
But I can't seem to close my eyes
without your body next to mines
I hate that you won't compromise
Your tired of all my wining
I feel like pulling my hair out
lord is this a sign? Why doesn't he care
that I'm crying? I hate this feeling of living
on bad terms. We used to be on the same
team but now were on different
turfs.
I wish I could could reach my
sanity right now because maybe
than I could find who I use to love.
But he doesn't seem to exist anymore.
Is love really like this is it all meant to fall apart?
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