Deciembre 2007
When I think of you, my notes turn sour.
I feel guilty as I find myself distracted
And I wish it were within my power
To make all thought of you disappear
You hate what I love and love what I hate
And do things with which I cannot agree
You cause me every night to stay up late
To worry about my stolen heart.
When I talked to you, at first
I felt alive and wonderful
But since then it's all turned worse
And now you leave me so confused.
These things you do, I don't know why you do them.