Writings and writings papers are full

Meanings are hidden understandings to

It all makes sense at least I thought I think of you

Oh shoot i'm caught

I thought you were gone

Why are you back

Get out of my head I’m sick of this wrath

It’s been six months, this is so unfair

Why do I love you, why do I care

What made you special I think I know

The lust we had continued to grow

Overflowing like water out of a cup

Stuck in our heads we thought it was love

I can’t say i regret it cause to me it was real

But as i look back at this paper

My understanding is your broken deal