Why should i settle for less
when the one i love cares for the rest
dont really care about the way i feel
when at the end of the day all my love has been real
trying to stay contempt with my feelings for you
wondering everytime you say i love . Is it true?
why do i cry cry cry
why why why ?
why do i seldom myself with the exceuses
excuses or tools of the incompitent
writitng this poem i catch myself in a vent.
why did i stop ,why didnt i go
the reason i feel for you i would never know