HA! HA! HA!
This ain't no normal love poem!
Because all the love is not confessed
and I 'm hiding something else!

Since when do people tell the truth 
of how they feel?
Since when do they say what is real?

But when I see you with other girls
I think of how much I want your perfect smile to turn
                                            C
                                               R
                                              O
                                                O
                                              K
                                                E
                                                  D

And then I think of all the opportunities
where I could have said what I wanted to say.
Then I get angry at myself... and just walk away.