If talking it out could change your mind

I'd talk until my voice gives in

If fighting could force your love for me

I'd fight until my last to win

If riches and fame could lure you back

I'd spend me on material pleasure

If singing could call you back to me

I'd sing 'til my final measure

If drawing could awaken your heart to mine

I'd paint a canvas with my soul

If dreaming could make my dream seem real

I'd sleep, content and cold

If running could take you off my mind

I'd run until my muscles tear

If drinking could make me forget your laugh

I'd drown to forget the 'fair

If closing my eyes could ease this pain

I'd willingly close off the light

If giving you my life would make you mine

I'd offer you your right

If writing this down could express my love

I'd write until I die

If writing this out could change your mind

I'd try and try and-