On The Brink
We just had a fight
People always say that arguments are part of every relationship.
Why does it have to be that way?
Why can't you just love each other.
Why do we let other things in that make us argue
Why am I up here writing this and he's down there steaming.
Why can't we just kiss and make up
Why won't he even allow me to explain what I said?
Am I not being true to myself?
Sometimes I worry that I became someone else so he'd love me and now I have to be that someone else or he will leave. Except the real me fights and claws its way to the surface only to scratch at him. Then he knows... that I'm not who I seem to be
My heart actually is aching right now.
So is my stomach
Life without him... wouldn't be life
What if he isn't the one?
If he told me it was over right this minute. What would I do?
No money. Just a car, piano, bed, and some clothes.
Where would I go?
How could I go?
why won't he come up here ... wrap his arms around me and tell me it's all going to be ok?