nothing comes easy, this is true
because I love you so much, it sometimes makes me blue
why can't you understand that some things make me cry
why can't you just talk to me; why, why why?
I still have hope, I allways will,
but that doesn't mean, that nothing has to change
I love you very much, but I just can not stand you sometimes
there really is a thin line between love and hate..
me...