Be them good times,Be them bad times, I swear to youThey never last!

I'd gladly trade the worldAnd all of its gold, To see you safe in this fragile life.

Don't confuse me for that other girl,She's a fraud and a fool.Don't confuse me with anyone else, I am not anyone other than myself.

Why I love these wordsThey are mineYou cannot change that You cannot rearrange that Try as you might You cannot take away All that they mean to me

I guess I have no choice But to toss all novels under the rugNothing can compete with the poetry bug