I think it needs a little more of something..Im open for suggestions

L-O-V-E
Its such an interesting word
Funny how you said it to me
Its even funnier that those 4 words made me believe
In everything you are, everything you do
Everything inside of you that I thought I could see

Now I got those black rings around my eyes
From those sleepless nights spent thinking about you
Oh I’m so cliché because I write the same stuff everyday
I write the same stuff as you and as them
What makes me so special?
Well I thought it was you

Now it seems that a broken heart is my trademark
Slicing through them is yours
What do I do when the nights seem like weeks
And the days seem like months
Those weeks take years to get through
Can we rewind to how it used to be
Before I wrote that letter confessing everything
Before you gave up on me

Now I got those black rings around my eyes
From those sleepless nights spent thinking about you
Oh I’m so cliché because I write the same stuff everyday
I write the same stuff as you and as them
What makes me so special?
Well I thought it was you

My headaches never stop
I’m on the internet late at night
looking for answers, looking to the stars
To see if theres something bright in my future
But my sign says theres nothing but tragedy in the nights to come

Those wet stains on my pillow
Arent from my washed hair
But from those tears everynight that meet it
Im learning to be alone and feel empty
I think Im getting used to it, somedays I’ll admit its hard to get through the day
Especially when you look me in the eye
Like your challenging me to stare back
I just wish I erased every line
But pen is permanent
Much like the scars on my heart