• I use to say I love you, but know I really know.
    that loving you is hard to do, and I can't do it anymore.
    Every know and agian you pop back into my head,
    I rethink the thoughts I had about you,
    and know I really dread.

    They use to tell me slow and steady go.
    Even red to stop myself, in my ugly tracks aflow.
    I went to green as go, sped up to no stopping and no slow.
    It took me so long to find that red is loves true color.
    No green to have it fast, for fast is the worst.

    No yellow even if you were to go buzerk.
    So keep it there is my advise unless your unlike me.
    To shy to talk to anyone, even if it has to be.