Running

The faith I have for you and me, is running thin and dry. This love we share is coming to an end, and it makes me ache and cry. I think about the times we shared, and the memories that we've made. The times of laughter and of love, the memories that have begun to fade. You make me hurt, and you make me cry. I remember when you told me, you'd never be that kind of guy. Now our time if running out, and I know that it's to late. To late to say your sorry, or take back your words of hate. I'm tired of these tears, and I'm tired of the pain. I'm over it I'm done, I realize that my faith has been in vain.