I walk through the halls
I pass you everyday...

I don't write well
But I do write a lot...

I gave you twelve roses
Their beauty defys all others...

I'll write you a book
Using only old English...

I ponder the day,
Letting my mind wander...

I watch
From the corner of my eye...

The scythe it cuts
The scythe skillfully moves...

This is just a little something about if I were...
Maybe the whiskey's just gone to my head...

Bells ring slow and free
'Tis not a carol of joy or glee...

I stare into your eyes
You gaze back in mine...

Aren't I the bright one?
I bit off my pen top...

Let your dreams carry you
To a place away from...