I Cant Write A Story About You ...

Just from the start I knew you were strange.

I kept running after you because I wanted your luck.

But how is it luck if you keep falling out of where you were brought up.  

You stay in a low profile, because you value yourself so small.

But if you only knew how important you were. At least to me.

I know you wouldn't believe me though because society always sweeps you away.

Always telling you to fill up what you don’t even have.

At my house one day you told me the reason your the way you are.

And I felt your pain, your need of love and someone to rely on.

The next day you came to say bye, yet never left.

Your face and words going over and over in my head like a music video.

And after three months of insanity, of trying to get you out of my head…

you show up to my house an all the work trying to get you out of my head

to waste because someone like you could never be forgotten