Dear Shona,
You tell me...
The reason
I am sitting here...
When You Are Here
If you stared into my eyes...
In this game of love, it's every man for himself
You have to play your cards right...
I love the way your hair sticks up
After you run your fingers through it...
You think that now I'm all alone
I'll just crumble up and fall...
Protest against a simple love,
Sweet and cherished from above...
My letter of apology
I'm sorry for making you a bad person...
You are the one for me
that I know is true...
You called me up yesterday,
And told me something new...
They're sitting at a football game
So close to fight the cold...
Not being with you,
Really hurts me inside...