Heartbeat


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Press Pause

Finding the right words
I'll have to say, so soon
Give me no choice
Haven't you known?
This will hurt us both

Time's running out
On us, on you, on me

Lie? I could, I should, I won't
Is this what I want?
Vaguely no, in reality yes
Even if you hate me

[I have to do this. Or you may hate me more.]