Here I lie wondering, wondering where you are. What you're doing. Here I sit thinking, thinking about you and why. Why all the lies? And why all the pain? Because from these there is no gain.

You knew what would happen, having been through it before, but there you go again walking out the door.

I wanted to lock you out. Leave you standing in the cold. Just to get back at you, but that would be too bold. I know better. My mother taught me right. She taught me not to lie and that for my heart I should fight. She was there for me when you weren't. Sometimes I felt like I'd been emotionally burnt. I don't know where you are, but still I pray, that you will be here with me someday....

I forgive you.  ~Mayce