Why is it that all you
think about are the bad times?
Why do say things you
know will mess with my mind?
You tell me that I
never loved you at all.
Why do you say this?
You do it to hurt me, that's all.
You sit at our kitchen
table, feel sorry for yourself
and cry. You want a better
life and you're convinced
you will if you say goodbye.
Sometimes reality don't match
your dreams. You either make
the best of it or let it
kill you slowly inside.
I've tried to give you
the best I have to give.
You say it's not good enough.
It's time for me to live.
You say I don't deserve
to be loved because I
fuck up a time for two.
At least I'm not heartless.
What does that say about you?

i like that.

The good should overshadow the bad
and the best
always comes last
sometimes it takes the worst to come,
to help us appreciate abundant love...

jimi sorry i havent been here but you know y
i loved it and i think your new site is grate
keep doing a wonderful job

that is one of my favorites of yours jimi....it was good.