Woodland -

Is this the way it has to go?

With my head in my hands feeling low.

You said you’d never leave.

That you were my love and you’d stay with me.

Of all the things you said to me three little words won’t seem to let me be.

And every thought caught in my brain holds a piece of you in the things I want

to say.

Is this how it has to be?

Can we argue with fate, or change our destiny.

And I’m praying you’re alright.

It’s getting harder for me to fall asleep at night.

Of all the things I said to you, three little words don’t seem to be the truth.

And every thought stuck in my head holds a piece of you in the things I wish

I’d said.

I love the thought of being with you, to make smile with all that I do,

but deep with in my heart I felt us fall apart.

And our hearts began to be different