7-16-07 In Your Eyes

How is it that every time I look into your eyes I see streets of opportunity where you only see dead ends?
And every time I hear your voice my world gets a little brighter
And every time I need to talk, you're there to listen.
How is it you have so much of what I want?

I hate to stand by and watch you throw it away
I hate to watch you hurt your body
I hate to watch you settle when you can be so much more

How can I despise what you do the same amount that I love you?

7-16-07