boys cause problems (not the song title!)

Verse 1
Sitting here with a guitar pick in my left hand
Trying to find the right combination of chords.
If I get it just right then you just might
Listen to the words I used to make my song.
But I'm going through a writer's block of sorts--
Can't figure out where one thought ends or starts.
Don't know why I'm trying to write anything for you--
You're with her, so you're just stringing me along.

Chorus
If you could see,
If you could feel it in me,
Then you'd have to believe
We were meant to be.
If you could see,
Oh, you were meant for me.

Verse 2
Singing to the silent space between my miseries.
I'm here and there, but I'm not going anywhere--
It's a bit of a paradox for me.
Trying to put these loaded emotions into simple sentences:
Got a dictionary but I don't know where to begin,
Can't find a title to encompass all of this--
There's so much you deserve to hear honey,
But maybe I'm not meant for this.

Chorus
If you could see,
If you could feel it in me,
Then you'd have to believe
We were meant to be.
If you could see,
Oh, you were meant for me.

Verse 3
Tapping my feet to a beat I haven't found yet,
Three guitars but none of them strike a chord just right,
Fast fingers on a piano but my mind doesn't work like that,
So I don't think I can write the perfect song for you
But baby, I heard it's the thought that counts;
Got my hopes and feelings, stirring up every ounce:
It's all I've got to work with, so don't give up yet
We'd both be so much happier if I was with you instead.

Chorus
If you could see,
If you could feel it in me,
Then you'd have to believe
We were meant to be.
If you could see,
If only you could see,
Baby, you were meant for me.
-K.K.