"I''m Here, And I Love You.
I Have Always Loved You,
And I Will Always Love You.
I Was Thinking Of You,
Seeing Your Face In My Mind,
Every Second That I Was Away.
When I Told You I Didn''t Want You,
It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy."
I''m sorry for blaming you...
For everything I just couldn''t do…
And I''ve hurt myself by hurting you…
There''s nothing I wouldn''t do to hear your voice again…
Sometimes, I want to call you, but I know you won''t be there…
It''s hard to say goodbye when i
It is easy to look back, self-indulgently, feeling pleasantly sorry for oneself and saying I didn''t have this and I didn''t have that. But it is only the grown woman regretting the hardships of a little girl who never thought they were hardships at all.
