• She was a girl, that's all they could see.
    But to me, she's more of a women than I'll ever be.
    She's strong, hopeful, caring and kind.
    Not only that but she had a willing mind.

    Then there's me, the cheater, the fake.
    Took her heart without telling her what's up to stake.
    I hurt her, I bled, I suffered, I cried.
    As time moved on, nothing did subside.

    I still look back and find a smile on my face.
    She was that type of girl who had that certain type of grace.
    Even though, she might not remember me anymore.
    I still know she's the girl I continue to adore.