ode to chrisI keep starting to write, And I keep starting to sing; To put down what I feel, But I can’t think of a thing.ode to chris
Everyday, I sit down And try to write once more. I want to write for you But I can’t write anymore.
Everyday, I try again But the words just won’t fit. It seems that my mind Just doesn’t want to commit.
Nothing can be good enough And nothing ever will be. It’s because you’re perfect And the words just aren’t worthy.
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