Every night expecting to see those words I've been longing to hear
And yet there is only the silence of a barren sky that lingers after the final word..goodbye.
Can you really blame me
For loving you the way i do?
Can you really blame me for wanting to see that smile that lights up the darkest alleyways
And seeps into the crevasse of a cracked heart?
Can I be to blame for wanting to be the one that you trust..that you believe in?
Can I be blamed?
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
And as far as the living are from the dead,
That is the measure of my love.
Don't tell me that I don't care...