Do I?

Every girl felt this way before. Written for someone that I know and about what he put me through.

She watched as he disappeared

Down the dirt road

He wasn't going to look 

in the rear view mirror

She Dropped the letter she once wrote

Her mama always said 

Don't stop to cry and live in dread

Keep on looking to the sky

and move on ahead

But she chose to cry Instead

"Do I have to count the

Number of tears I cried for you

Number of sleepless nights waiting on you

Number of lies I told for you

Number of minutes wasted on you"

Author's Note

not the best but hope you like it