iLoveYouWithaKnife
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- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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Tonight,
while you lay alone
in a dark place
you can't call home...
A place where you don't even know
what's going on,
I sit here and try to think
of anything
that will make me feel less guilty.
But I can't.
I can tell you that I love you
and that I'm sorry
all that I want
but it doesn't change anything.
I could have taken you out
in my arms tonight,
told you everything would be alright.
But I didn't.
I left you in the hospital,
the clinic, after the doctor's visit.
After he told me no reassuring words.
They'll do your tests in the morning.
And I'll sit here all night and
keep repeating I'm sorry,
because maybe there's something
I could have done.
Instead of being home with you
all of those times
I went on tour
I went to the bar
I ...
I just did all those things
that I wanted to do.
Instead of thinking of you,
just thinking you'd be alright.
Just thinking I'd come home at night
and you'd be right there,
right where
I left you.
And thinking you'd be there
with no hard feelings...
And you'd curl up to me at night.
I told you everything.
And you never told a single soul.
You are the only ONLY one
who never betrayed me.
And you layed there
waiting with your seperation anxiety.
I'm here tonight,
without any right words in sight
thinking about all those times...
when there was no where I could turn.
The time in Vermont
when my boyfriend was hundreds
of miles the fuck away
and I found out I was knocked up
and you were the only one
to lay there with me.
I thought it was the end of the world,
but now...
I feel I don't know how I could
imagine you not here...
I feel I didn't care
as much as I should have.
You were so loyal.
I have to wait to hear
from the doctor tomorrow.
I can't wait to take you home.
All those times I thought
everything else was so important,
makes me feel like such an asshole.
The bar, the boys, the other things
I thought preoccupied my life....
make me realize
I should have thought of you first.
And I hate myself
if it's too late.
I sat here tonight and I prayed.
I never do that.
I'm sorry,
but that might be too late.
It doesn't make it any better.
And I know that.
I won't sleep tonight
knowing you are alone
and frightened without me.
while you lay alone
in a dark place
you can't call home...
A place where you don't even know
what's going on,
I sit here and try to think
of anything
that will make me feel less guilty.
But I can't.
I can tell you that I love you
and that I'm sorry
all that I want
but it doesn't change anything.
I could have taken you out
in my arms tonight,
told you everything would be alright.
But I didn't.
I left you in the hospital,
the clinic, after the doctor's visit.
After he told me no reassuring words.
They'll do your tests in the morning.
And I'll sit here all night and
keep repeating I'm sorry,
because maybe there's something
I could have done.
Instead of being home with you
all of those times
I went on tour
I went to the bar
I ...
I just did all those things
that I wanted to do.
Instead of thinking of you,
just thinking you'd be alright.
Just thinking I'd come home at night
and you'd be right there,
right where
I left you.
And thinking you'd be there
with no hard feelings...
And you'd curl up to me at night.
I told you everything.
And you never told a single soul.
You are the only ONLY one
who never betrayed me.
And you layed there
waiting with your seperation anxiety.
I'm here tonight,
without any right words in sight
thinking about all those times...
when there was no where I could turn.
The time in Vermont
when my boyfriend was hundreds
of miles the fuck away
and I found out I was knocked up
and you were the only one
to lay there with me.
I thought it was the end of the world,
but now...
I feel I don't know how I could
imagine you not here...
I feel I didn't care
as much as I should have.
You were so loyal.
I have to wait to hear
from the doctor tomorrow.
I can't wait to take you home.
All those times I thought
everything else was so important,
makes me feel like such an asshole.
The bar, the boys, the other things
I thought preoccupied my life....
make me realize
I should have thought of you first.
And I hate myself
if it's too late.
I sat here tonight and I prayed.
I never do that.
I'm sorry,
but that might be too late.
It doesn't make it any better.
And I know that.
I won't sleep tonight
knowing you are alone
and frightened without me.
