And something about the way you wear your heart
It makes me want to put paper to pen
While something inside me says I know I’ll never win
But god help me, he knows I’ll try and try again
Because every time I look into those eyes, I want to be more than just a friend
Though you can only depend,
On someone who can repent
And I have only a joke, no helping hand to lend
So for a carrier pigeon, better yet a dove, go send
For a man who knows how to love and not pretend
And I call you on no bluff, from here on in these words in your honour, end.
