I'm sorry for all the mean things that I've said,
It's just that I can't seem to get you out of my head.
I know at times you have to go out and work,
But I really need to stop being such a jerk.
I really can't help that I'm such a worry wort,
But I have found that it's my very best sport.
Our love and feelings are so much true,
That it kills me when I think of losing you.
You always say that everythings ok,
But me not crying is something that I cannot obey.
I know sometimes that we fuss and fight,
But everything always turns out just right.
Not everyone is meant to be,
But I'm just glad that it worked you for you and me.