| With or Without? |
| This piercing feeling in my chest Will I ever be at rest? Will we last long? Wanting to be with you, Yet so scared to death. It seems so new. I'm losing my breath. Please don't leave me, For I am not ready. Don't think I don't want to be with you Because it's just not true. But if you must, Leave me in this dust, I'll let you go I'll always love you This I know- No matter what you do. |