IF I’M YOUR FRIEND

If I’m your friend, how can I be your wife

How can I love you, but have my own life

How can I hope, and plan for me

When I have to worry, and try to be;

The perfect wife, the perfect mate

Because you know how I hate;

Anyone to control my feelings

Where’s that strength, where’s that healing?

When you’re sitting on top of my world of tears

And even though I have great fears

I smile, and lie, and say goodbye

It’s easier to hate, it’s easier to run,

It’s easier not to love anyone

Hate can hurt you, love is blind

Pain leads the way, fate isn’t kind

Destiny sucks, and heartache prevails

Life has a way

Of stealing the wind from your sails.