Even though I've moved on you stole a piece of my heart.
I'll put it back oneday I'm still holding on to it.

Its not blue its cheddar.
Its yellow not gouda.
Its cheese.

I don't understand

How well he played his instrument that trees stopped blowing.                                              
So well even streams stopped flowing.                                     
Oh how he loved his wife so much.                                           
 He wouldn't let anyone dare to touch.                                                         
B­itten by a snake his wife dies.                
Oh how much pain the man cries.        
How enthusiastic he was to save his wife.                                                
He carried no weapons not even a knife.                                                        
On­ one condition the wife could be saved.                                              
But she was so stubborn she wouldn't behave.                                
She slipped forever back into the shades.                                                    
And is now forever in the ancient graves.

I don't see myself living under a bridge and reading a book with wet pages.
I don't see myself as a waitress and earning tiny wages.
I don't see myself working as a cop then i'll have to handle the big guns.
I don't see myself standing at the side of the road begging for food I swear one lady will give me buns.
Even though I wouldn't do any of the above.
But I'd do it for the one I love.