Submitted by Stephanie
E-mail: church_gal2301@sbcglobal.net
You may take away my brushes
You may take away my paints
You don't have to give me love,
and you don't have to be my saintI do hope that you will love me,
for everything i am,
but when i spend sometime with you
my words turn from i can.
You took away my courage
like you took away my pride
You said you'de give it back to me
and everything inside
For this i can not share
Cause everyday i spend with you
I wander if you care
now i know the truth behond the lies.
Cause everday i spend with you.
It is me that cries.