My love for you is like a book You can skim through it all Take a peek, or just a look. But the important parts are only for the ones who stayed for the end The inky pages where I learned to play pretend. My hurt and sorrow is written there right on the lines. Maybe if you stayed for longer you would read what's inside To love someone is more then just a few lines I want someone to love me like this Someone to love me so much it makes them sick To feel anger, to get blue To write a book the way I wrote one for you.