Weren't we all naive 16-year-olds at one point? I was so young, optimistic, and willing to feel this wildly cliche emotion. Before I grew into my jaded 20-year-old form, I wrote these lyrics about a special someone. It's kind of gross and embarrassing, so I thought I'd share them with the world.

Verse 1:

I can't write a poem or a symphony to show how much I love

But I can give you all my thoughts because you're all I'm thinking of

It might not seem that I want you more than the ones who are so free

But oh, how I ache each and every day for you so discreetly

Chorus 1:

Here is the cliche word, the one used oft too much

The one used to describe the way you feel as such

With the simplest chords you'd ever see, F G C

This is the cliche song, the one that makes you smile

One, two, a three and four, a one and two and three

A one-y and a two and three and four, a one and two and three

Verse 2:

I know I should stop, I've tried and tried, it eats me inside and out

But the way you sit and move your eyes filled my heavy head with doubt

Now I can only write my simple words in the form of a rhyme

With syllables in every line to match the years I've lived in time

Chorus 2:

Here is the cliche word, the one used oft too much

The one used to describe the way you feel as such

With the simplest chords you'd ever see, F G C

This is the cliche song, the one that makes you smile