That's Why I Came Around Poem by Mark Heathcote

What would you do if no one loved you?
Does it even matter if you hurt?
If no one sees, loves you.
Who's, gonna miss you?
If your pots boiling over
Who's, gonna turn you off?
Settle you down, if your insides are spilling out
And your head is filled with-
Turmoil lost in doubt.

Who's, gonna find you?
Who's, gonna knock on your door?
Break it down, and stay till dawn
And turn you around.
If your pots boiling over
Who's, gonna turn you off?
Stay awhile and say some-sweet-nothing
Who's, gonna miss you?
Make everything feel alright...

Who's, gonna find you?
Who's, gonna fill your heart with diamante poetry?
And give you a good reason to hold on
If your pots boiling over
Who's, gonna turn you off?
Simmer you down, if your insides are spilling out
And your head is filled with-
Turmoil lost in doubt.
There's always, there's always
There's always time to melt boil some snow.

But there's always a better one time
That someone to kiss under the mistletoe
But there's always a better one
To renew your glow, like fresh falling snow
Simmering with the words, love wants so dearly to spell.
If your pots boiling over
Who's going to turn you off?
If your insides are spilling out
And your head is filled, filled with-

Turmoil lost in doubt
Who's, gonna find you?
Who's, gonna knock on your door?
Break it down and stay,
And turn you around…
…Just ask me.
That's why I came around.
So as to break down your door…
And sweep you off the ground and make you mine.