So Now You Know
If you tell me to go, I'll go.
by Ilana Friedman
If you tell me to stay, I'll stay.
Either way, I can be happy.
Sure I'd miss your warm smile and how you held my hand for comfort.
And even though I may never have your sweet company again,
Once you tell me you've had enough
My broken heart will not cave in.
From love at first sight to being sick of the fights,
Like they say, my love for you will always be like a scar:
Painful, ugly and permanent.