For the sake of future sight and love and light.
Lets just say that I'd be gray if I have to live another day without a glace from you.
I will forgive the acts of treason.
If we could live with no rime or reason.
I believe that these feeling aren't made up.
Every time I think of your face I get locked into a warm liquor bottle embrace.
Self  destructing is something I'm touching.
My feeling have been domesticated and my rights have been emancipated.
**I'm in rough shape.