Sitting under the old maple tree,
soon as the thought of you, came into my head it was a contastrophe.
Your lips to my face,
loving everything bout you even your taste.
Living in this fear,
the words you said to me, felt like a sear.
Something in me knew you had this as a set,
so you could win that stupid bet.
My heart is broken,
so my tears are a chokin.
Trying not to cry over this fool,
so im gonna do my best and keep my cool.
So im not gonna be a could have seen,
or a could have heard.
So im not gonna be a could have been,
or a could have yeard.
So my lips are seald,
my hearts is healed.