The Question

I love you, so she says as she

Stops her thoughts and turns head

I guess i am not suppose to care

I'm no good, i don't belong

Don't know how i made it this far

Along, i should not be here today

And she falls down trying

And she falls down crying

And she tells me that she does it all for me

When the clouds come and the rain falls

When there's nothing here to hold on

Will i be there, is the question, from you

Understood, so afraid, as i stop myself

And throw my thoughts away

You don't know the way i feel

I'm no good, i don't belong

Don't know how i made it this far

Along i will not apologize