You know sometimes right out of the blue,
I find myself just thinking of you...

I sit here all alone in my room,
Writing endless poems of you...

Let me be your soldier baby,
I'd fight a war for you girl...

There's a little something I want to say to you,
There's no limit to the things that I'd do...

It is not Passion, or sentiment,
Or idle words...

When you look into my eyes,
What do you see...

I have a list of people I know,
All written in a book...

---------------War
-------------Hatred...