Carpal tunnel wrists are the result of Inexplicable weekends....
Ads on Flyers remind me of you now.... Like i didnt already feel weak at the sign of a million other daily reminders....
My smile retreats again away from a world I can only describe with a snicker.....
Anger mounts the forfront of the grind against days before you held me hostage again....
But the way you hold me I hope I never wanna be rescued.....
Soft sorrow is the way I can make believe this wasnt a mistake ......
Tired and alone again the vices are now a sure way to make this just a memory...
So ill sit alone and stare at the dark hoping the light from your love guides me through....
And youll never know how each letter i type makes me feel closer to you....
Love U Babe.....