I'm sorry if I confused you a little,
I don't want you to go through this assault.
Just a hint of pain in your voice,
And I know everything is all my fault.
...
I come to you humble and broken,
Greatly affected by Satans tricks.
Please don't take him away from me,
This I know you can fix.
...
So this is what I plan to do,
Sit here and let my feelings pour out.
Pour onto the page one by one,
Untill I cannot find a place to write.
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You say you feel lonely
But baby I'm here...
You say you're an outcast
But baby I'm here...
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Sitting in this coffee shop,
My friends up at the counter,
I can only stare out the window,
And into the sea of people
...
They say that your eyes are a window.
A Window to your soul; to all that is within.
But how come when I look into my own eyes,
I see a flooded spring; spewing out tear after tear?
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These days I feel like I can write.
Well of course I can write,
I mean I can write about anything.
Although for me no more of those,
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So, a normal convorsation turns.
Turns into something more complicated.
Turns into a nice little story.
A story that will change everything.
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A Shiver down my spine
And a moment of Shock,
Two pulse rates that
Seem to interlock.
...
I see you writing about other people
Though I have never seen anyone write about you.
I hear the way you talk about your family,
And you really love us don't you?
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