I'm tired.
I can't tell what I'm feeling or if that's a good thing or a really bad thing.
I have to make some serious decisions about my life.
Decisions I'm incapable of making in any state let alone my current one.
Things are either going to get really awful or better.
I'm betting on the former.
Which ever it is I guess I need to say thank you.
Thanks for sticking through it with me.
Well I'm lonely like you're lonely but only cause it's thrown me like it's thrown you I don't own you, and my darling you don't own me. It's kicking and it's yelling and it's bruising and it's swelling. But the writing is on the wall and we both know what it's been telling us to do. Well I'm crying and you're crying into silent salty lakes. The road has turned to ice and we haven't any breaks, so while the wall keeps getting closer I fear it's too late not to break our hearts.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
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