Last year was a blister
The last time that I kissed her
Pissed I missed time without her clinch my fist and concur,
That she's gone. This has drawn on for too long. The black swan who gets no love, lets face it I'm a mess in my head. -break-
I dread the mornings, I don't want to get out of bed. Dark times up ahead. It's these days that I dread.
But I'm moving on, a clear view, no looking in my rear view. The points you conveyed made no sense, I'm glad I'm not near you.
Nobody knows my life, a modern man must struggle. I'm not complaining, but I'm a broken lion in the jungle. Drink some beer and stumble, mumble under my breath. Fumble my phone, get stoned, then wake up feeling like death.
It's a viscous cycle. I'm lost in time.. that I can't get back, having a panic attack while I'm wondering if you'll ever come back.
I say I'm over the news, over loves abuse, but my views never change internally, I'm loves sad muse.
