That thing you said,
The time you wasted...

Your hands are supposed to be mine.
To run along my curves...

I'll dig myself a hole in your soul
So that you'll never get away...

Story teller help me think
give me some imagination...

You kept me sane you heard my pain
i felt for you and still do...

I don't want this to sound like a love song
but i have your picture on my wall...

Ur not the first 2try and make me see,
but the first to make me question me...

So you'd dry my eyes and lift me up,
You'd help me find my way...

Give me an opinion
a description...

Cant find a reason
It doesnt have a name...

They say, they say
Poetry i write...

Choose you fate
If you bleed its the price you pay...