Dear Heartbroken,
Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights
Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes
Or other pathetic things to help pass the time
I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part
Telling anyone you meet how I broke your heart
When you were nothing but deluded from the start
Sometimes I wonder, if you still play the victim
Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence
Thinking love could be won through constant insistence
But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view
Is never given the credit it's due
When so many people suffer to get through
But forgive me for whining, you do more than en
i'd like to be able to tell you that
i think you're absolutely gorgeous
or that when you talk it gives me chills
that when i see you my stomach
becomes a host for all sorts of fluttering
critters all eager to escape by any means
that when you wave at me
it sends goose bumps down
my spine that then circle my
my entire body and leaves me
dying for more
and they told me i was crazy for
trying this hard