That thing you said,
The time you wasted...

Give me an opinion
a description...

Ur not the first 2try and make me see,
but the first to make me question me...

Your hands are supposed to be mine.
To run along my curves...

I'll dig myself a hole in your soul
So that you'll never get away...

Story teller help me think
give me some imagination...

So you'd dry my eyes and lift me up,
You'd help me find my way...

They say, they say
Poetry i write...

Cant find a reason
It doesnt have a name...

You kept me sane you heard my pain
i felt for you and still do...

I don't want this to sound like a love song
but i have your picture on my wall...

I'm so tired yet cant sleep,
I've only just started yet in too deep...