I need to write of something happy
Especially when I’m feeling so sad
But whenever I try it comes out sappy
Heartbroken, tearful, cheesy, and bad
Because whenever I write I think of you
And all that’s happened since then
Whatever I write—no matter what I do
I seem to write of what could’ve been
If I had been strong and not let you go
If I had been brave and let my love show
Instead I took notes and wrote it all down
Not letting my love ever make a sound
And now I’m here and sitting all alone
Only reaping what I had sown
While you are out living and loving the world
I am sitting here wishing that I was your girl
And trying to write of something good
If only I could.
If only I could.