Sweet Love.

It's not fair for you to pretend like this is what you want.
You can write on perfect paper signed i love you in your font.
But inside not truly budge to a previous heartaches wound.
Instead just make every other girl foolishly swoon.

Its not fair for you to say you think about me.
When it's the thought of her that causes curiosity.
You can talk intelligence into receiving any girls confidence.
I wasn't accustomed to a speech of any difference.

Its not fair for you to use my empty heart.
Fill it up, source it out like an old working cart.
It hurts to be filled so vigorously.
Later voided again, jaded hopelessly.

Don't write what you can't erase,
Lover i think we lost the race.
When you turned me into an item of your convenience.
And recollected every inch of my innocence.

I hope she's what you want, because im done with your motionless font.