So another Saturday come and gone, I only got a moments time with you. I stare at you over breakfast.....all these things I am wanting to say but nothing comes out. A shy laugh, my eyes downcast. If bleeding was the only way to get your attention, I guess that I should have kept cutting myself.......could you say it if it was worth saving me.....? I don't have any idea what I am trying to say, you don't care for me anyway......I know that you wouldn't go out with me anyway. Christ if there was one thing I was meant to do, what do to give you my undying love.......you ask how many have I loved before you, I say none, and how many shall I love after you?, I shall love none.........
