a song im writing,

I stand here alone like a cold hard stone,
i remember all the things we use to share,
the way you ran your fingers through my hair,
you made me think you really cared,
lifes just not fair,
i want to flot in the air,
i want to fly like a bird,
i just dont wanna be here any more,
you make me cry,
you make me want to die,
you make me want to run and hide,
hide from all the tthings i feel inside,
from all the tears ive cried,

thats all i have for now,