**THis is more to vent than anything. I don't...
Sometimes I don't mind the rain...

Pick your eyes up off the floor
You're looking down...

Cool spring breeze and the sun caressing both our...
Your words whispers in my ears I don't quite hear...

When it begun to rain in this town
You closed up the blinds and drew the curtains...

Trying so hard
Needing to keep up with the time that has slipped...

"Call me when you get home" you said
Just as you got up to leave...

I can't keep my hands
Still from shaking for a minute...

My heart has already set sail for the vanishing...
Sometimes the visions come in waves...

So here it comes
Like cast shadows as the sun sets...

Cover the walls in white canvases
And leave your mark upon them...

There's a void there
Eating at the soul...

Stuck in the middle of what you wanted
And what you got as a result for trying to get it...