I look into the past, and i just wonder why?

Why and am i so obsessed with this one girl?

Why do i want to be with HER more then any other?

Why does she hurt me like this?

I want to find the answers more then anything.

The answers run from me like deer run from a hunter.

The answers will come in the end,

But not with out the pain of the arrow sinking into my heart.

I feel as though the words out of her mouth,

Are like waves of a violent ocean,

And all i have is a peice of driftwood labeled hope.

When will the she see fit to save me from the ocean,

When will the confusion and frustration be lifted off my back?

When will the hands of this angel come down,

And take me away from the darkness that creeps upon me?

If She gives the wood i will build the bridge.

If i am granted Lemons i will make Lemonaid.

If i am given a chance, I will proove my self worthy in her eyes.

Or i will die trying.