There are reasons that I write these poems,
And my many rhymes,
There are things I've written down for you,
Twenty million times,
There are some things you'll never know,
Thing you wont understand,
To many different points of view,
To many different plans,
The things I write down,
Are mostly for you,
Except a few,
Why do I write them down and not say?
Because I'm scared it will end that way.
If it ends up the way it did before,
I will hate you forever more,
So I don't tell,
And I don't say,
Because of me fear,
Of it ending that way.
