I had wrote it in pencil so you all you had to do was trace it in pen.
It was perfect all you had to do was ask.
The rode had no bumps, no wrong turns.
But you took her in your arms.
The one that hurt you before.
I don't think I had hurt you, so I thought it was right.
Me and you.
The words sounded so perfect.
Like we could make it through anything.
It was in pencil all you had to do was trace it in pen.
But you took the girl that had nothing planed,
Nothing but in the past of hurting you.
Take her, love her, be hers.
Don't look at me so I don' have to look at you.
Because all I will want is you.
You could have traced it in pen,
But, now you have to finish a maze only using a pen,
No wrong turns, no going back.
For it is in pen and pens can hurt you .
You can't take it back, you can't erase it.
So, take her, love her, be hers.
But don't make any wrong turns.
