SMW (A Not So Different Revision)
So, its been almost a year,
since I wrote that first line.
But Iíve gotta be honest honey,
you still run through my mind.
Cause every time I smell your perfume,
I canít help but hope it be you,
but we both know thatíd be too good to be true.
Each time the phone rings is my new tragedy,
Cause every time its not you is one more blow to me.
Every word that I write seems to be about you,
all these feelings melting onto paper,
fabricating lackluster emotions with a dash of truth,
that could make a holy man surrender.
So, the next time you drive another boy blind,
know that you still run through my mind.