My solid stubbornness leaves little choice When I begin to write All my thoughts seem like a backwards flowing River Thrashing its waters to my past Which unfortunately for me has you Center of regrettable lost of love Irony would have me face the truth I never had you You weren’t mines to have and it hurts
Damn though I can still make out your face I still remember your name And I always seem to write it out even your last name This is pathetic, making compositions for a guy If tomorrow brought my death it wouldn’t Matter to him, because he didn’t care when I was alive In his face walking across campus