I walk a fine line of love and misery. As quiet sadness pervades my thought. And the love I have is a gamble upon my sanity. But I know this love is no ficklery. This feeling is more powerful than any drought. It's the only thing that brings out my humanity. I hurt knowing I won't be able to be with you. But at the same time I want to make you mine. All I want to do is give up, since what can I, offer you. At night I cry knowing that I've finally found true love just to let it go like dew. Because I'm not good enough for you I never will be not in a 100 years time.