I really can't stop thinking about her.
He smile burns in my mind while I sleep.
I find myself dreaming about her.
Her soul is so potent, so deep.
I may be drunk and numb to pain,
no matter the cold wind i will remain-
here. for i will wait until i find her, the one- the girl- the only person who can fill my mug with happiness and who can let me escape from everything i kno.
i cant let anyone down yet im still the same.
some people are to thank, but most to blame-
for the horrible way i am and the amount that i drink, and yet- to think, that i find solice in talking to someone as real as me. if only she could understand how quick i would be her man, and create a simplier life, for a woman, a girl, and a potential wife-
dare i say it, i don't care. because its known, the love is there.
Some may call me foolish, others call me wise.
I just not one of those guys-
to go a waste a thing like that.
A beauty, a soul- so potent so deep.
It's all i dream about in my sleep- so drunk and numb to pain, i will not love in vain.
