I could paint you a picture,
Draw graphs and figures,
Send you a Facebook sticker,
And yet you'd still never understand.

I could give you my heart,
Tell you to tear it apart,
Tell you to just basically start,
And yet you'd still never understand.

I could give you numbers and stats,
I could ink it on myself as tats,
Send letters to you with homing bats,
And yet you'd still never understand.

I could give you a bouquet of roses,
Speak in poetry rather than proses,
Take photos of me in hundreds of poses,
And yet you'd still never understand.

I could etch it on my skin,
Build a castle of it in sand,
I'd mould it into my chin,
if only you would understand.