I

I wrote her a song
And hundreds of poems
I bought lots of flowers
To put in her home
I chased her for a year
Though she kept saying no
I never gave up
When she told me to go
I gave her
Everything that I had
I slept on the floor
While she slept in my bed
I took her to places
She had never been
I showed her things
She had never seen

II

I went out with her friends
Though they hated my guts
I always stood by her
When they thought she was nuts
I gave her a present
Every thirty-one days
I tried to be there for her
In every possible way
I was there
When she needed to talk
I joined her
When she wanted to go for a walk
I came in running
When something was wrong
I tried to do everything
For what I thought would last long

I guess that's the reason
I just did too much
Now she's out of my reach
And out of my touch