and the rest was history

i remember when i fell 

straight from my wheelchair

into my caretaker 

i just rolled in when i met him

got me kinda knock out , fucked up 

and obvious ... locked up 

he wore like manage to pick me up 

like an pussycat , stroke my feelings

like a harp and you cut , sharp 

you had the most beautiful vocals 

thought you should be in musicals

deliver the most lyrics 

they wore meant to be in my poems

yeah i remember you slide in the door 

and there so many traits in you , i adore 

im not sure how you manage to be my cure

the closure of my chapter and the beginning of my next

but please dont take this out of context, im just a fan of subtext

and i really hope your family and friends know 

what kinda man you are , in my eyes you the real superstar 

in this story that come to save the day when the soundtrack wore tragedy 

you glide in through the door , knock me off and so the story go 

and the rest is what they say , history