It's not what I usually write
It's not in my style
And handwrite isn't mine
But the thoughts taken right out of my head
Those words written in black ink on white paper
From the tent, first, nineteen. Oh, How she changed me
I'm ashamed to read this, but I'll read it out loud
So that you can hear and the whole world with you
In the thirteenth year of my life, I hope that nothing will change
But who would know how wrong I was
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I hope you're my one and only
And no one can replace you
Сoz I know there are no more green eyes like you on the planet
I sit and watch where it takes me
Wonder is there an end to it
Those letters I wrote are still with me
Those letters are hidden between the pages turn yellow
Those letters crumpled, stained with graphite
Those letters filled with the prints of my dried tears
Lying in a dusty bed
Looking out at the rainy window
I pondered and asked the
Universe a million questions
About why our meeting destined
It was a pain to feel something big
And wait for it all to sink into oblivion
Maybe this power given to make feel special
But what's the point if you crash on the pavement anyway
When you realize that you can't live in your fictional Los Angeles
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I hope you're my one and only
And no one can replace you
Сoz I know there are no more green eyes like you on the planet
I sit and watch where it takes me
I'm a wanderer by nature
Those letters I wrote are still with me
Those letters are hidden between the pages turn yellow
Those letters crumpled, stained with graphite
Those letters filled with the prints of my dried tears
And those tears that I had to leave on my sleeve
Knowing that the moment can not be repeated but only enjoy once
