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Maybe This Year
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August 2012 What i don't get is why if we both are unhappy,
why must we not see how happy we made each other?
we both agree on the sucking of present reality,
why can't you erase my doubts of some other?
why are you always thinking of me?
how can i have a girl like you and still feel,
why do you always say you love me?
lone pain is a pain too real,
want my company instead of all the Massa guys,
maybe you mean it, it seems if you do,
made the mistake before so i'll never try,
clear the communication silence and watch what i'll do,
absolutely nothing cause that's what i'm trained to,
always giving in to my doubts and fears,
can't forget, even if it's a pain to,
pick up the pieces, maybe this year.
