She said that I was okay.
I wrote her name in the book
Maybe one day it would be a list,
Though soon things begin to twist,
Hell, we had hardly even kissed.
Soon everything began to fall
A rusty knife in the back of love
Watching the feeling pour out like ice cold blood in the shape of hearts.
I fell apart but I’d do it all again for that special girl.
Love seems like a broken VHS tape I can no longer play.
But the cover is so beautiful.