I have all these thoughts,
I have all these doubts.
I've focused on the prize,
But, I know it's not right.

You say you love me,
I know I have these feelings for you,
In my mind I wonder how true your words are,
Everyday you say them making a mark.

The only problem seen in this,
The fact-you can up and leave taking all of me,
I tell you, “I'll be fine,”
But, I know I'll fall apart inside.

My heart's already been laid on the line,
I can't turn back now-I will not whine.
It's gone so far,
I still wish on that shooting star.

If by your fire I am burned,
I'll struggle within until it's upturned.
If by your words I'm scarred,
It's my fault for letting down my guard.

You, I won't hold to blame,
Even though you may cause me torment and shame.
You, I'll forever love,
A wounded dove-I still won't push or shove.