I dont know where to begin...its been so much lately You know I am tired of saying  I'm sorry I'm tired of always having to be in the wrong I’m tired of fighting for what  has been lost in the past. I’m tired of being the one who can’t sleep at night coz I am so worried about you.

The one who always has to care I’m tired of having to beg for your forgiveness over and over again even thought I havent done anything wrongs... I’m tired of saving a thought for you each time I doubt that you’re thinking of me too…I’m tired of never knowing where you stand Or what it is we have...  I’m tired of selflessly making these efforts

But I can’t help but remember the way You and I used to be together The plans we made the jokes we’d share Like our love was bound to last forever… And I remember how we used to enjoy  Every single chance we had, just you
and I There was no one and nothing that could come between us Remember me catching the tears you’d cry…

Remember you promised to never leave me far… But I am also tired of remembering Because those good memories  sure can hurt I want to hold on but can’t bear to live through again My shattered heart being dragged through the dirt… So I will push aside what I remember of us Into the darkest corner of my lonely mind And when you come back looking for  your love...You will find a tired heart who tried...

I always thought we'd grow old together.Facing each new day. But now, in the tears that fall upon my face. Your memory fades away. In my bedroom, surrounded by empty walls. I want to scream and shout. My mouth opens,
but the tortured words... Just won't come out. My heart bleeds.Your love is like salt on an open wound.

Reminding me you once were here in my life.Warm like the blood in my veins. The love I had for you, so dear. Sorry I loved you so. And you didn't feel the same.  When I think of what could have been. What a waste! Such a shame!

Stone by stone, I'll re-build my life.I'm stronger when hardest hit. I know only to well. This is the time I must never  quit. My conscious asks the question. I long to hear. Is the grass really greener on the other side? My conscious asks the question. I will always fear...