I taught myself
To not cry
So why do I hide myself
If someone else were to cry?
As hard as I try
I can't shut it out
But the more I cry
The less of myself I find out
I can still see your face
And hear your voice
But if I stay in this place
I will be left with no choice
I love you
And always will
Just don't tell me we're through
Tell me you love me still
By: Mika Buell
July 14, 2001
11:50 p.m.
Inspired by:
.....marissa.....