Do you write poetry about me, like I write about you?* Do you know what happened, cuz I don’t have a clue. Simple questions that haunt my mind, Now it’s just playing forward, no more rewind, A dozen of poems and a library full of stories just for you, I’m feeling numb, my heart beaten black and blue, I stand here waiting for you. Do you write poetry about me like I write about you? Is this the part where we say adieu?