I try so hard to explain what I have in my heart, Then words leave me, and I'm stuck with nothing but a blubber, A sound, The words all come out wrong, and I forget what I'm trying to describe.

Wishing I was just like a great poet, Getting it right the way it should be. Most of the material I write to my love, I destroy or delete. Not once will she look deep into my eyes as I pour out my heart.

Redoing love letters over and over, Nerver once am I happy with what I've done. Then it hits me, I'll never have the right words, I'll never fully explain my love or feelings. There will never be enoth words, Or will there ever be a way.

I'll never get it right