This morning I woke up
I sat up and thought...

I waited in January
Concentrated on February...

Gloomy, dark, depressing life
In shadows always hidden from light...

I looked into her eyes, I saw my own reflection
A cold and lonely heart, tired of rejection...

I have lost my will to fight
and you pick me off the floor...

I’m sorry
I’m weird, a loser, and yet I live...

I see you everyday, my love
And you don't have a clue...

This rhyme is dedicated
To walking through the woods...

This is a story just like every other
about silly drama between two lovers...

I find this is hard to admit:
To forget...

So it's been about two years
Since I last wrote a rhyme...

I am the girl who will stare at your page
And only for you will I ever change...