By Barbara Halstead Date: 1 January 1999
Different Forms Always telling me what he does is o'k Cause he says he does't care But I do Thats my problem Feel to deep Feel to much Were so different But yet I feel his love It comes in so many forms Telling me he does't thrug I see the lie in his eyes I held him last night I felt his body enraged not with love enraged with the fear of loveing