Under The Tree...

We went down to sit under the tree to tell the whole truth and nothing but
We're heading for the rocky roads, we have many holes and we're stuck
Let's just say how it is, times are getting harder and I'm not feeling your touch
Does love become a natural source of happiness or does it become a hunt?

I used to crave holding hands and walking in the park
Instead, what we have now, is going to bed before dark
Turning our backs with eyes open, hoping not to fall
The worries in my head were waiting for an angels call
I just want some sleep tonight
I don't want a pillow that echoes a hopeless fight

We woke once again, the talk got small and the silence grew
Through times of utter heartache I never once hated you
You shifted the world away from me, but a new life was due
You fought your tears back not to hurt me, for this I still loved you

I wanted to relive the honeymoon period, but it was just memory
I wanted to breathe every single I love you that set me free
Our fingers intertwined as you played with my hair
My mother always used to say...
Sometimes things in life just aren't fair

I've found out that life is what you choose and what doesn't control you
I've learned that in every relationship, time always heals love's wounds
I can always become the child my mother wanted, rather than the battered and bruised
In the end we were just living a lie for the people around, instead of living the complete truth

So...
We went down to sit under the tree, to tell the whole truth and nothing but
We WERE heading for the rocky roads, we HAD many holes and we WERE stuck
Let's just say how it is, times WERE getting harder and I wasn't feeling your touch
Does love become a natural source of happiness or does it become a hunt?
I'm still searching for that "forever"
I just want to feel that loving trust...