Brian
Everytime I think about you, I cry.
I just sit here and wish I would die.
Sittin' here, lookin' back... what have you done?
The more I think about you, I can't have fun.
You hit me, and beat me. Oh, so much more.
I started to cry, you called me a whore.
Then, I felt your strong hand strike against my face.
I don't want to love you, you're such a disgrace.
You said, "I love you." I said it right back.
I wish i had courage- which, of course, I lack.
Those three strong words, just pounding in my head.
Sometimes you say, "I wish you were dead!"
After meeting you- sometimes I do, too.
I've got some news for you, buddy, we're through!
I wish I could grow wings... I would fly.
Fly away from you and high into the sky.
