Maybe I do love sad.

So little to say but so much time,

despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.

Please wear the face, the one where you smile,

because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.

Forgive me first love, but I'm tired.

I need to get away to feel again.

Try to understand why, don't get so close to change my mind.

Please wipe that look out of your eyes, it's bribing me to doubt myself.

Simply, it's tiring.

This love has dried up and stayed behind,

and if I stay I'll be alive,

then choke on words I'd always hide.

Excuse me first love, but we're through.

I need to taste the kiss from someone knew.

Forgive me first love, but I'm too tired.

I'm bored to say the least, I lack desire.

Forgive me first love

forgive me first love

forgive me first love

forgive me first love

forgive me

forgive me first love

forgive me first love

Thanks, Bob.

"You may not be her first,

her last,

or her only.

She loved before, she may love again.

But if she loves you now, what else matters?

She's not perfect - you aren't either,

and the two of you may never be perfect together

but if she can make you laugh,

cause you to think twice,

and admit to being human and making mistakes,

hold onto her and give her the most you can.

She may not be thinking about you every second of the day,

but she will give you a part of her

that she knows you can break - her heart.

So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze

and don't expect more than she can give.

Smile when she makes you happy,

let her know when she makes you mad,

and miss her when she's not there."

- Bob Marley