[MIKE]
I could write books
'bout all the things you don't know about me
Page after page of all the things you didn't say
I could write books
'bout all the things you didn't do
And then write twice as much
About how much I still love you
I drop hints about my birthday
You forget it anyway
I say pick me up at seven
And you do, but the wrong day
Is there something I should know about
That's going on inside?
What is wrong with me that there's
So much of you you hide?
I could write books
'bout all the ways you hurt me
All the ways you didn't even know could destroy a person so
I could write books
'bout all the things you took from me
And then write twice as much
About how much you give back
I could fill all the dеsert sands
With ancient scriptures from my hands
Watch siroccos comе erase them
And then write them all again
I just don't understand why I do
All these things that don't make sense;
But love, it seems, has a logic
That defies all evidence
I could write books
'bout all the things I don't know about you
Volumes one and two of all the doubt you've put me through
And maybe I'll never know
Why you do the things you do
But I do know...I'll always love you
'Cuz deep inside, I think you love me, too
I could write books
'bout all the things you don't know about me
Page after page of all the things you didn't say
I could write books
'bout all the things you didn't do
And then write twice as much
About how much I still love you
I drop hints about my birthday
You forget it anyway
I say pick me up at seven
And you do, but the wrong day
Is there something I should know about
That's going on inside?
What is wrong with me that there's
So much of you you hide?
I could write books
'bout all the ways you hurt me
All the ways you didn't even know could destroy a person so
I could write books
'bout all the things you took from me
And then write twice as much
About how much you give back
I could fill all the dеsert sands
With ancient scriptures from my hands
Watch siroccos comе erase them
And then write them all again
I just don't understand why I do
All these things that don't make sense;
But love, it seems, has a logic
That defies all evidence
I could write books
'bout all the things I don't know about you
Volumes one and two of all the doubt you've put me through
And maybe I'll never know
Why you do the things you do
But I do know...I'll always love you
'Cuz deep inside, I think you love me, too
( Enrico Rodriguez )
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