These Ideas, I pitch
Whilst in that ditch
So full of naivety
And hopes of longevity
Though her eyes did spark
From the light in her dark
Relative perception
Is indeed full of deception
So I flip though charts
With works of art
Born of great mistakes
And roads I did not take
Same time, I showed no fear
Which drew her near
My words opened doors
Had her saying "forever more"
Or so I thought I heard
But words sometimes are words
And a smile showed
Realized that she was oh so cold
So she warmed up near me
While hearts grew weary
Cause it was I, so clear
Who fell for my own ideas
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