It has been said
Too many times...

That weightless heaviness
Always pushing me down...

By myself I sit, thinking of my thoughts
Cupid shooting arrows for my love that's lost...

All I can convey with words
Is only half of what I feel...

With every fallen tear
My heart breaks a little more...

The blood pouring down my wrist is red
It fills my mind with final dread...

When a guy says they love me
I can't tell the lie...

Dear Heart,
I met a boy today...

Somewhere out there
Across the 50 states...

I've written things here several times
But none of them seemed right...

I see all these girls
So pretty and so sweet...

As I lie awake
And hope to hear from you...