You

You

Here I Lay Dying Within.

Asphyxiating On My Own Sorrow.

How Pathetic Is That?

I Wouldn't Be Dying Had You Not Given Me This Heart.

This Heart Of Feeling.

This Object Of Emotion.

Why Give Me This Heart And Tell Me Not To Feel

I Feel Love For You.

I Long For You

But, I Feel Pain By You.

I Feel Sorrow Because of You.

You Say I Must Not Feel.

But I Do Feel.

Why Do I Feel?

I Have Never Felt Before.

It's Because Of You I Feel This Way.

Because Of You I Feel Pain.

Because Of You I Feel Sorrow.

But You Also Make Me Feel Love.

And You Make Me Feel Bliss

Here I Lay Dying Inside.

Drowning In My Own Pain.

How Sad Is That?

Why Do You Do This To Me?

You Tell Me You Love Me.

You Tell Me You Care.

But, You Lie To Me All Over Again.

And, You Hurt Me Over and Over Again.

You Tell Me I Must Only feel Love For You.

I Do Feel Love For You.

You Tell Me I Can Not Feel Sadness Because Of You.

But, I Am Sad Because Of You.

I Never Felt Before I Meet You.

Why Give Me This Heart And Not Let Me Feel?

I Feel Love For You, That Is Ok.

I Long For You, That Is Ok.

But, I Feel Pain By You, That Is Not Ok.

I Feel Sorrow Because Of You, That Is Not Ok.

I Would Not Be Dying If I Did Not Have This Heart.

This Heart Full Of Feeling.

This Heart Over Whelming With Emotion.

Here I Lay Dying Within.

Asphyxiating On My Sorrow.

How Pathetic Is That?