I wrote a million lines just for you
a bunch of words I never wanted you to read
Now you've found them, you found me.
You read a few lines about loving some one else
and even more about ******* you,
Sleeping in your bed meant more than loving him.
You knew me better than he ever could,
more than I ever gave you credit for.
Yet we do not know how to love,
ourselves or each other.
We are star crossed and completely aware
that we have been ****** from the start.