Lyrical Poetry!

Finished:
This one is going to be sung similarly to a song by Okkervil River called "Plus Ones" it's a really good song. These lyrics I wrote right after listen to that song for the first time... it wasn't really the first time to listen to the song, but it was my first time to REALLY listen to the song, anyway, here it goes:

What do you see
In his eyes
They’ve put you through
A hellish time
And now you turn around
Back to me

You’ve always been
The one I want
But you’ve played games
With my heart
And now you leave me hanging
Like a tree

Sometimes you don’t know what to do
And I know what your world is coming to
You tell me that you just don’t know
What you want to have anymore

(long instrumental thing)

Sometimes you don’t know what to do
And I know what your world is coming to
You tell me that you just don’t know
What you want anymore

I tell you
That I’m right here
And I will never leave
Don’t fear
For it will ache your heart
To think of that

‘Though I love you
More than he
I know things
that you can’t see
And to be with you
Would hurt you more.

Sometimes you don’t know what to do
And I know what your world is coming to
You tell me that you just don’t know
What you want anymore

Unfinished:
The following is a blatant rip of of Bob Dylan's style. If you don't want to see someone butcher the greatest lyricist to ever lives' style, please look away from your screen immediately. This one is not finished yet:

I call for everything to be returned
You say you don’t care
I say “So I’d heard
But this is the end, girl
And to our separate ways we must go”
And to that
You just whisper “no”

“What is your basis
For the end of our relations”
You cry to me as I leave the room.
I stop and turn around
To see your frown
To which I just respond
“This is the end of us together
And the beginning of us apart
The beginning of something new”

You throw my things all across the floor
Crying out “You can just find the door”
I say “I should” “I would if I could”
And, “don’t throw that, it’s made of wood,
It could break”

(harmonica)

That's where I stopped with that one. I hope to finish it later.