Love is something hard to write,
It's easier to feel...

A twist of my wrist,
I point to the sky...

I go away to see my dad,
Who lives across the sea...

Oh, my love, tell me please,
About this love, what can I do...

I am alone; I feel not a thing,
But I feel trapped, and I feel dead...

Here I lay,
Trying to sleep...

I'd lay in my bed, trying to sleep.
You'd come in, I'd start to weep...

There I lay, on the cold ground,
This is where it will end,I wont make a sound...

I lay on my bed,
Thinking of how things used to be...

You have always been there for me
when i wasn't there for you...

Lets open up our minds and hearts,
And I'll tell you what, love is smart...

I read this in the paper,
And it really made me think...