Dear Kyle,
There are certain people,
you just keep coming back to.
She is right in front of you.
You befin to wonder
could you find a better one
compared to her
Now she's in question.
And all at once,
the crowd begins to sing;
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing, are the same.
Maybe you want her,
Maybe you need her,
Maybe you've started to compare,
to someone not there.
Lookin' for the right one,
you lined up the world to fin.
Where no questions cross your mind.
But she won't keep on waiting,
for you without a doubt,
much longer for you to sort it ou.
Perfection will not come.
Oh, it never comes.
Maybe you want her.
Maybe you need her.
Maybe you had her.
Maybe you lost her,
to another
oh, to another.
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