If I wrote you a song would you read it.

If I wrote a song ahout you would sing to me.

If I wrote you a book would you care about it.

If I wrote you a poem would you know it.

But, If I wrote a poem about you would you miss it?

What if there's a cure for this broken remedy.

And if there's was one why didn't the world came with it already.

HIS NAME IS J RIGHT?
ALL I NOW I KNOW HE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
WISHING HE WAS MINE AND OH MY MY MY
NOW I KNOW HE MORE THAT A LOVE THAT RHYME
HIS VOICE IS SMOOTHER THAN WHAT MAKES WINE
KNOWING THAT HIS PIANO GROOVES ME MAKES MOVES ME MORE THAN THE HOURS SO SOOTHE ME TO IT DROVE ME TO THE MOMENT THAT KEPT ME ALL OVER NIGHT LISTENING TO THE SKIES FALLING OVER ME IN THIS TIME.

Felt lost and only alone
Never cease to feel hollow in these tears I cried all night long

Daddy made too many mistakes
he said he never made but causes me to ache.

Mommy had all her dreams of me wrap inside a bottle ended wishing them all on me and never sought to look after me when I startled.  

What is this home my little child
is like the last thing is to be home for more than a little awhile.

Let the tears fall down
Let the tears fall down

I rather be here and now
here and now

Let the tears flow
Crying washes away and cleanse the soul

Let the tears fall down
Let the tears fall down

Somehow I will wash away all this plow.
Surrounded yourself by people who are not also in this drought. Allowing this but also don't doubt.