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April 2012 Not sure how many more ways i can start,
every time i joy i rot apart my heart,
now up to the part where i know i love you,
and if i had a car to see you, i'd love to,
sorry eyes that cut through bone,
make it hard to not feel alone,
can't say it worse then i'm a lost cause,
strumming chords without my desired applause,
i dream to play a tune with you as the melody,
close my eyes and imagine a symphony,
sometimes you're into me and others not so much,
which is why it hurts to wish for your touch,
every girl that i bring over only reminds,
me that all i want to do is rewind,
back to October 9, when i got to wake,
to you on my arm, nothing felt a mistake.
