Why can't I get you out of my head?
Because, to you, the thought of me is dead...

I remember back in the day,
And how we used to speak...

Stay with me and never let me down,
Take the darkness and take my frown...

The day we met,
I seldom spoke...

Being 'in love' is like a chemical,
It's a drug sent to the brain...

Here's the meaning of life,
Within the next few lines...

We got these memories,
They're full to the top of our heads...

I remember back in the spring,
We fell in love and had everything...

Think back several years,
We met when we were just teens...

If you read my poems,
You might think of me a certain way...

Love is when you touch me
And send shivers up my spine...

When you look at me
Without a single trace of make up...