my song to you

I kinda thought that I'd be better off by myself
I've never been so wrong before
You made it impossible for me to ever love somebody else
And now I don't know what I left you for
See I thought that I could replace you
He can't love me the way you do
Till now I never knew, baby

I'm spoiled
By your love boy
No matter how I try to change my mind
What's the point it's just a waste of time
I'm spoiled by your touch boy
The love you give is just too hard to fight
Don't want to live without you in my life
I'm spoiled

I tried to tell myself that
I'd be over you in a week or two
But baby that was 'bout a year ago
I've never seen the word love so personified as I do with you
And that is why I just can't let go

And I would only be fooling myself if I tried to
Believe there's room for someone else in my heart
There ain't no way I'm getting over you
I don't know what I've been trying to prove
I'm hopeless, helpless when it comes to you

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just on the top of my mind,
its always you.
and how much, you're just not here,
neither there.
i can't do anything right,
because i just get distracted and lost in the thoughts of you,
with the 'wish you were here' syndrome.
it hurts to know how badly i want you to know,
what exactly it is i have to say to you.
but its the harsh reality that i'll never fit into the calibre of 'your kinda girl'
and everytime i suck it up just to walk away from this pointless road
you work your magic
and again im fallen into the trap.
i never realise how much i might have fallen for you,
and its the ache in my heart that reminds me of how deep into the pit ive fell.
perhaps i'm tired.
of trying, or from failing
or from the pretence that i'm doing alright with everything else too.
its just an aura, of a feeling that i feel.
and i cant shake it off.
which makes walking away for he 100 milionth time more difficult again and again.
i dont know what i need now.
a sign of closure or of more pretence?
drowning myself in beer don't work no more,
its lost its effect.
besides i dont wanna go fat no more.
its just a vicious cycle,
of how much i'd picture myself with the kukubird you.
but maybe rachel's right,
i am everything you don't deserve
and yes, i should give up on this road to nowhere.

so stop playing with me cupid.
my paper heart can't take it anymore.