In essence I live alive in your presence
but in life I fail to presume the evidence of your lack of affection
with themes of aggression and a fairy tale turned into fact rather than staying fiction
with time passing in an instant this mere digression has taken it's own toll to an end
so lets stay friends and please make amends on our past and present
our present with a gift of a new series of events
events turned into reoccurrences, turned into habits, turned into needs
needs that feed from our soul and embed themselves to becoming a new whole
but this cynical cycle never fails to stifle
a back and forth resonance of air that only prevails with a broken heart and a face
a tear drop falling with a steady pace, a warm hand and a voice,
"I made a mistake"
events
reoccurrences
habits
needs