PART VII of Lost Romantics

You try your hardest to succeed,
& you've been so very human & failed in life,
you would walk miles in a storm,
to see the one you love, and get turned away,
you would try to write her a letter a day while she's away,
& whether you failed or not, you tried,
its all of these things you do so right,
that kept me alive during this strife.

You're like the music that keeps me alive,
the beat keeps me breathing & the words make me cry,
You're like a nice dosage of half and half,
a mixture that no one could ever live without,
But you can never stop at just one sip,
its like a craving that you start to miss.
You're like a good kiss on a random park bench,
when the sun is out shinning, or the rain is at play..
All these things are just part of you,
and deep down inside, you know this is true.

So whether or not you'll play along,
with people who cry and write these songs,
will depend on your willingness to trust,
a heart that finds you as a must.