These things are sent to test us...
and test us they will,
Pushing our will until
part of ourselves breaks and snaps,
All the time to find if our love will lapse.
Even though we'll disagree and argue,
Every day I still dream of you.
I'm yours for good,
Although at times we're both misunderstood.
Sometimes there's no point to this,
Yet I find myself caught inside an abyss.
The darkness surrounds,
and a nasty feeling simply compounds.
I turn to you,
looking for something that's true.
I'm sorry if I lean too much,
and for using you as a crutch.
I need you to know,
that beyond this woe,
I'm still the same me,
and I hope I'm part of 'we'
