Through all these years
I didn't have a clue...

I’m not sure what to think
I’m not sure what to do...

I missed my chance
to tell you how I feel...

Remember when I first met you?
About 4 years have gone past...

I started this little box
To tell you how I feel...

I don't need friends
I prefer to work alone...

A long time ago
She knew how to play the game...

He handed me a rose of white
Signifying his intentions were pure...

Why is it
that im no longer inspired...

What do you do
When you know he wants...

I don’t think you realize
How much I’ve given you...

I wrote you a poem
It’s upon my wrist...