It's four in the morning,
And its cold as ice outside...

You are my brother,
My little mate...

I know she said to stop writing poems about...

You would think;
It was plenty of time to move on...

I was looking today;
at a photo I had of you...

Lying here all alone,
thinking of how much I love you...

Come on over to my place,
We can do what ever you want...

I lay in bed at night,
Just thinking of you...

I want to say goodbye,
I know you want to too...

You sent me away,
You chose her over me...

The day that I met you;
My Life was Complete...

Do you ever get that feeling,
A feeling of being used...