It's not enough to say you love me,
or to say that you'll be there,
that we always have each other,
cause you know it isn't fair,
you know it isnt truthful,
you know whats right from wrong,
you know you'd live without me,
you know that you'd be strong
its wrong for me to love you,
for you to love me more,
but its hard to stop this torture,
i'm used to being sore.
I'm used to my eyes stinging,
from all the unspilt tears,
and i'd stay this way forever,
but your running out of years.