its christmas morning, i dont want any gifts.if you gotta give me something then baby, give me your lips.the only thing i long for, is to see you smile,and for that one thing, id walk a million miles.
and i know, its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine.
i feel so lonely, all of the time.because it feels like you're leaving me behind. just for once id like you to say,whats on your heart, if you care in anyway.am i a fool because im in love with you? or am i a tool thats only use it to be used?
and i know its not my time. its not fair why cant happiness be mine.
all i wanted, was alittle time. to get to know,the real you inside.im trying so hard to understand,your point of view,and where you stand.it seems as if im going to be broken again,twice broken is too much, i just wish you'd take my hand.
and i know its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine.and i know its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine.
(keep in mind, this poem has nothing to do with me. i wrote it for a friend who needed closure)
