I need to write of something happy Especially when I’m feeling so sad But whenever I try it comes out sappy Heartbroken, tearful, cheesy, and bad Because whenever I write I think of you And all that’s happened since then Whatever I write—no matter what I do I seem to write of what could’ve been If I had been strong and not let you go If I had been brave and let my love show Instead I took notes and wrote it all down Not letting my love ever make a sound And now I’m here and sitting all alone Only reaping what I had sown While you are out living and loving the world I am sitting here wishing that I was your girl And trying to write of something good If only I could. If only I could.