I want knowledge of love, many know me,
i'm sure you're the girl who can show me,
took a ton of time to think of regrets when i'm older,
then took a ton more to fully think my life over,
the outcome was somehow, someway,
i must get her to love me again today,
and until that day comes i'll have failed, or she
could tell me it'll never happen, it's still relief,
it didn't stop me before, are you kiddin me?
i don't think neither will your not-so-shocking fling in Italy,
gonna take a ton of time to look around me,
while i'm looking, it's hard to look down these
barrels of pags that i constantly write,
hoping one day i can look back at my life,
or if i die young, any who care to look,
can know me better then an open book on a Nook.