Once, not so long ago I knew a boy
His eyes were deeper than his soul
I fell in love with him like a fool
Gave him my heart and he gave it back to me in pieces
But you can't help who you love
And you can tell someone what to do
You can't alter the past,
Try as you may to
This boy I loved was in fact a boy pretending to be a man
He thought he carried the world on his shoulders then
But now I believe he really can
He sang of past heroes in their finest hours
He painted his humor on canvas like God painted colors on the flowers
He spoke with the ease of a politician
And screamed with the passion of a poet
All these things about him and more
Made him into what I adored
But my love turned a new leaf with the season
He changed into something darker without reason
He grew to hold dear someone fairer than I
Someone so much like myself, yell fuller with life
Since she had come much nearer to losing hers
Still, I continued to love my boy
I called him mine because so many others did
Despite knowing he was never really mine
He never would be
He would somedays be my friend,
Other days my observer,
My entertainment,
Or my enemy
Never the same for the right length of time
Never an air of certainty
And so his unpredictableness became predictable
And my love grew to hate,
My heart grew to black,
My stomach grew sick,
And my eyes grew damp
Time heals all wounds, but always leaves scars
To remind us of past lessons
But I don't think I'll ever learn mine
Because here I am again, crying
Over something I can't have