by Lance Sawyer

Created on: September 24, 2008

Love Note

A crumpled piece of paper
Probably means nothing to you,
But there's a secret that I've had
For the past year or two.
I've always had a thing for girls
That live and think all for themselves,
But I swear right now it's all about you
And nobody else.
Mornings I wake up and
Picture you right by my side.
Driving down the main street,
I see you along for the ride.

I think the only thing that'd cure me
Is if we'd be more than friends.
So is it yes or no?
Will you let me be your man?

Here, this is my love note from me to you
To let you know that all my love is true.
This tattered paper of emotions I can't deny,
And feelings that even I can't make subside:
Trust me, baby, I've tried.
Girl, I'd be to you
The kind of guy I know you need.
So tell me, baby, am I the type
Of boy you'd want to see?

The way I feel is killing me,
But I just can't let you go.
If you feel the same, don't brush it off,
Please let me know.
This I'm too scared to tell you,
What if your heart doesn't beat the same?
What if I approached
And you thought it was a game?
But if I back out now,
Then you will never know the truth
About how much I loved you
And the fact you never knew.
So I'm giving you this
Pathetic sheet I call a letter
In hopes that maybe one day,
You and I will be together.

Here, this is my love note from me to you
To let you know that all my love is true.
This tattered paper of emotions I can't deny,
And feelings that even I can't make subside:
Trust me, baby, I've tried.
Girl, I'd be to you
The kind of guy I know you need.
So tell me, baby, am I the type
Of boy you'd want to see?

I can't stop looking at you,
Memorizing everything you do.
Is this merely obsession,
Or do you feel the connection, too?
I've gotta ask you now, or years later
Realize my mistake:
That I've waited too long;
Now you're taken and I'm too late.

So, here, this is my love note from me to you
To let you know that all my love is true.
This tattered paper of emotions I can't deny,
And feelings that even I can't make subside:
Trust me, baby, I've tried.
Girl, I'd be to you
The kind of guy I know you need.
So tell me, baby, am I the type
Of boy you'd want to see?

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