I sit alone all by myself behind rain-painted glass, but I m not alone you re in my head.
Oh well, a clich explains it best.
I will find a perfect song for you.
Your beauty. It inspires me and confuses me all the same.
I hold my pen now with no results, but a well thought out blank page.
I will find a way into your heart.
I m finding emotions I thought I never had.
I told myself a thousand times that I wouldn t fall for you.
I guess I lied.
I wish I could tell you now how I feel, but no words I have heard to date.
Can explain to you how my love for you is so real.
An emptiness fills me.
I thought my glass was half full, now I don t have a glass.
I hope my efforts will find a place in you.
The words I speak never represent the thoughts I intend.
So, I write them down.
It s too bad this time my pen just won t write.
How was I to know? This is new to me.
I ve written two words a thousand times.