She was it, she was the one
But I knew it wouldn’t last all along
So I’ll write this last song
This final poem
And she’ll go through her whole life knowing
How much I loved her, and what she meant to me
‘Cause she’s blind to my devotion, she can’t truly see
All the hurt I’ve felt for her
Or how much I adored her
I guess I must have bored her with all of the respect
I guess she must prefer the lack of and neglect
But I’ll never forget her – the way she made me feel
The memories we made – it’s like none of it was real
The first time we spoke, the first time we met
The first time we hugged and how could I forget
The first time we kissed
The taste of her lips
I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t resist
And holding her tight, that night at the fair
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be back there
I’d do it all differently and show her how much I care
I’d be prepared for the bumpy road ahead
I’d hold back all the stupid things that I’ve already said
Things that made her doubt me
Things I said ‘cause I was angry
But would it change a thing?
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be
No… I refuse to believe that
Because even though she doesn’t know it
She was meant for me
by
MechanicalAnimalposted on 02/08/2008