The Question کے بول

I love you, so she says as she Stops her thoughts and turns head I guess i am not suppose to care I'm no good, i don't belong Don't know how i made it this far Along, i should not be here today And she falls down trying And she falls down crying And she tells me that she does it all for me When the clouds come and the rain falls When there's nothing here to hold on Will i be there, is the question, from you Understood, so afraid, as i stop myself And throw my thoughts away You don't know the way i feel I'm no good, i don't belong Don't know how i made it this far Along i will not apologize