Now yes I remember, exactly what I said
Now I'm back, don't let it go to your head
So maybe one more poem, or maybe more
It's one way to stop, my heart being sore.
Don't get me wrong, I happy here
she is nice and fills me with cheer.
But I'm still a wordsmith you're still my muse
The only person for whom I use
The skill of rhetoric and rhyme and song
But I still think, that my love was wrong.
But so was quitting, I don't give in
and there is no way, I'm gonna let him win
So yea, he has got competition
they all have now, that's my mission
Because if my poems aren't enough for you
Then neither is anything they can do
Yea um...the last one may have made it sound like I gave up. But I haven't, at least not yet.
