How can I

How can I ever find the words,

to tell you what you never heard

You've heard the WORDS, I have no doubt,

perhaps day in, perhaps day out

But the meaning blurs, what can it be

What is "love" a toy or a game

is your idea and mind the same

or have you heard those words so much

you hunger for anthers touch

why do you long to hear them say

just let me love you for today

look at the time I got to go

uh, Don't forget to write"

How can I ever hope to tell

the stories of my private hell,

The perfect girl I chose to love

came from my mind, not from above

does she exist, I though she did

she had me feeling like a kid

but now I wonder if it's true

when she said those words

I love you

Written by S. Alan Stitt