This road has closed I can't see the end
I can feel the cold breeze touching my skin
I can feel the fire burning in my heart
Not sure where I'm going, not sure where to start.
(Guitar playing)
Well I don't know where, and I don't know when
But I know we'll be lovers again
I can see our love every time I use this pen,
I can hear her heart every time I swim
In a bottle of tears drifting in an ocean of gin
My emotions are creating a collage...mental images of remembering where we've been.
I hope this song reaches you, I hope to see you again.
Would love to speak to you just as friends.
Do you smile the same? Is your hair still long?
I'm just talking to myself, I know that you're gone.
It's the idea of hope that keeps me holding on...holding......on.

....as the lights dim, from deep within, I ask our lord and savior "where have I been?"
Have I walked a path of good? Have I formed a way of resent? Have I learned to be selfish? Have I lent a hand to a old friend?
I don't smoke anymore but I feel so high
It's like the air is laced with hallucination, blurred visions through my eyes.
Crazy by surprise, I've already lost my ignorant mind
To place judgment on a man, simply because he was blind
As I picked a black rose, representing someone had died
Who died? It was me! Myself! And.. I..
reincarnated
I know it's all in a matter of time
I will see him again, you'll be my lost road with all the signs
That point in my direction, teaching me lessons, of confessions that helped free the soul inside that grab hold of a message...to be at your lowest point and change it all wih wishful leverage, while the drought of poetic thinkers simply thirst for a inspiring beverage.  (WRITERS BLOCK!)
Drink away your fears, take shots for the pain
Support your own mistakes, stop looking for someone else to blame
Indecisive actions never lead to good, your hesitation only leads you to pain.
See me as a sky high, dry eyed, ironic angel with a dark side, who won't hide cause he wants you to see his story from his side, with no lie, as I sit down and get my...thoughts, all back together
Gambling on my self awareness, hoping my optimism will make things better.

Perfect pigmentation,
Yet why does her make up crack?
Is it the inner pain of her thoughts?
Is it the emotional connection that she lacks?
Maybe she's okay being alone..
She's okay with the thought of independence
She's not looking for Prince Charming
She doesn't need someone to finish her sentence
She blames the last person
The last kiss
The last first impression
The last goodbyes following someone to miss
Her pigment isn't perfect
You can see the writing on her skin
The goosebumps from felt affection
The tears that take her make up
Down a path she's already been.

Yeah,* (start writing)
Tell me, does this scenario seem unfair?
I wished her sweet dreams but only gave her nightmares
Maybe it's the fact that she doubted every bit of my worth!
Maybe it's the fact these insecure women only bring out my worst
Her characteristic flaws are far from heavenly sent
Sip my glory baby, allow my music to be your moments of regret
Hold on girl, promise my rise ain't done yet!
Imma drain ya heart until there ain't nothing left.
All this talent that was all EXternally formulated
Her actions made the hook
Her ******* made the whole creation
I'm plotting revenge baby, so just be patient
Angel eyes...(psh) since when the **** did they start looking like satin?
This **** right here is far from a past love song
This I'm doing me, you gon remember Doug song
Easy to judge me when the criminal was dead wrong
**** venting
When the boy is so far gone.
Take a shot for me, baby let me buy you a drink
You gunna wanna drink away those tears after you read this permanent ink
-Dougie #lostLove