HD (1/20/90 / beloit)

Sick

Sick of knowing
That I dont know enough.
I thought life was easy,
'Till it got rough

I'm silently broken
And slowly decaying
My mind and my heart
Are(n't) yours for the taking.

You say that I love you,
And maybe I do...
It's no matter regardless
'Cuz i still can't have you.

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A great show of emotion, Heather, Hope all works out for you.