The clouds get in my way.

The clouds get in my way.

Now the time has come and gone. To say I love you can't be wrong. But I'm weak, and you are strong. I can hear the storms far away, but it's the clouds in my mind that get in my way. They rain and snow on me every day. I wish they would go away. But now it's time to say goodbye and say I love you one last time. The scent of apple blossoms in the air. I do love you, and I do care. But still, I wear the scars you bare. But i get caught up in your snares and now I have to go away but there's nothing else for me to say. But I'm still in love with you okay. The silly grin and pretty smile was yesterday.