I think we should stop,
Please deny me the pain,
As must as we try,
Things can't be the same.
We hold out as friends,
And we get on so well,
But we soon want more,
And 'Oh what the hell'.
Looking in your eyes,
For what I might seek,
But you're holding back,
Your thoughts as too deep.
How your feeling have changed,
It's so plain to see,
I think we should stop,
Cause it's hurting me.
(c) Sarah Louise Winch, December 1998.