The Question

I love you, so she says as she
Stops her thoughts and turns head
I guess i am not suppose to care

I'm no good, i don't belong
Don't know how i made it this far
Along, i should not be here today

And she falls down trying
And she falls down crying
And she tells me that she does it all for me

When the clouds come and the rain falls
When there's nothing here to hold on
Will i be there, is the question, from you

Understood, so afraid, as i stop myself
And throw my thoughts away
You don't know the way i feel

I'm no good, i don't belong
Don't know how i made it this far
Along i will not apologize