here i am, hopelessly devoted to a concept yet again like no girl i've met before but the easest way to sum her up is by using every phrase i've ever used to describe my anguish, torture and real feelings for every girl i'd just met before my flow, like my heart is pure, but my words come out contrived recycled in my grandest way i can never say what i want to say because i've said it a hundred times before and now that i want to say it to the girl with the angel face i know i have to come up with something new but it's hard to be coy when you're a well run dry