He nervously played with the gun in his hand,
as the flashing images kidnapped his broken thoughts.
The way the never ending waves seem to kidnap the shore.
Again and again and again.................
There were times when it wasn't so bad
he reasoned to himself.
Days in his memory that seemed to belong to someone else now.
Someone who could smile who could laugh.
Over and over and over...................

But that fool was dead, he ****** it away.
That feeling inside he chose to betray.
So what for him now.
Alone with the night.
The pain and the guilt,
and all that's not right.
A man without hope, without maybe guts?
What for the meek man,
who they say is nuts.

Who wants a meek man that they just cant trust?





Over and over and over...................