The bottle is what I take
to mask the pain
of you being out with him,
bearable.
I spend the time, doing nothing
only wanting one thing: (you to come home to me)
wasting moments of my life,
wondering what is going on, is he trying to steal my wife..
I've been told time and time again
that you don't like him..
again, we know its a sin.
for you to be with him
mudding down some country road.
sounds simple enough
but,
i dont trust.
the world.
Sounds like you are going ''fishing''
yet, all am stuck doing is being home missing
you.
Wanting for this nightmare to end
so i can take another breathe-commit another sin
If your taking them.
let me go.
and hide, my shame,
my life.
ends.
