A Letter To My Husband

I sit alone and watch the clock, Trying to collect my thoughts, All I think about is you. And so I cry myself to sleep, And hope the devil I don’t meet. In the dreams that I live through.

Believe in me, I know you’ve waited for so long, Believe in me, sometimes the weak become the strong, Believe in me, this life’s not always what it seems, Believe in me, ’cause I was made for chasing dreams.

All the smiles you’ve had to fake, And all the shit you’ve had to take. Just to lead us here again. I never have the things to say, To make it all just go away, To make it all just disappear.

I sit alone and watch the clock, Trying to collect my thoughts, And all I think about is you. If you believe in me, life’s not always what it seems Believe in me, cause I was made for chasing dreams.

Believe By Staind © LEWIS, AARON/MUSHOK, MICHAEL J., JR./WYSOCKI, JONATHAN/APRIL, JOHN F.

For my husband who never listens to words of songs but can’t belt them out as if he does. This speaks true of living life with a Bipolar wife.

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