If I Could Just write it how I'd like it.
I've got the ideas, but how, how can I possibly put them into the right words, and put them down.
How I'd like and want them, only works for the poems that work.
But I guess it's meant to be like that.
Now, If I could just think and remember and have some sense.
If I would have written it down.
If I could just remember,
or know,
just how that one poem went,
It would have been my best,
out of all the rest.
It was perfect,
Just how I'd like it,
And how I'd want it.
Perfect.
Fucking Dammit!!
Why was I such a fucking dumb idiot,
why did I have to have it a song,
in my head,
why didn't I just write it DAMMIT.
FUCK!
It WAS perfect!
For Me.
Now I can only remember how it was and went,
what the hell,
OH, and it WAS meant to be.