Truth be told, I'm just a hopeless romantic.
Taking the time to try and cure your suicidal tactics.
Just for tonight I need to feel your vibrant embrace.
I love the smile that takes over my face,
When I drift of to sleep, lying next to you.
That night in January has helped me through,
all this misunderstood heart ache and pain.
I love the tone of your voice when you say my name.
This may be pointless, but what have I got to lose?
I'll keep on fighting until I reach you.
Fuck it may be a journey to get where I need to go,
But I won't stop until you and everyone else knows.
I am "head over heals," frostbitten, hopeless, and stiff.
I exhale hoping you don't give up on me like everyone else did.
Your one in a million, which may make my chances a million to one.
But there are at least two good reasons loaded in this gun.