A waivering head With memories coursing though every finger A grip on sleep once lost Is held directly in hand Though it cannot hold a candle to the perfect dark But to pay the waking watchman's toll Over and over again Is no good for a weary traveler stead Instead it's said, once lost in dreams Such a peaceful hopeful magnificence May be never found again Let alone remembered upon awaking
It's hard to sleep in such a manner. Slightly torturous in truth.
I grew through What I went through I still have that same issue I still have that feeling of Saying that I miss you When I see your favorite color I always think I always wonder What might have been A former lover
But then I know that I remember You ******* **** And I've done better Off without you I'll count the numbers I'm better off You'll always love her I'm better off And I'm no better I'm better off How'll I recover? I'm better off Without you
It always pains me when I see you two together Just you wait until you tell her all the crazy **** you've done and that you'll never stay forever Or that you're scared to be alone you're always looking at your phone Hey what's it like atop that thrown? It must be nice I wouldn't know
But then I know that I remember You ******* **** And I've done better Off without you I'll count the numbers I'm better off You'll always love her I'm better off And I'm no better I'm better off How'll I recover? I'm better off Without you
Girl met boy one day, She dumped him along the way, He was a ******* for thee, He called her a ****, you see, Now he can't get his rocks off, tee hee, Try not abusing any woman, enough, You're not an excuse for a man, tough!
I don't like anything new, & I'm sick of everything I'm used to. Sometimes thrive for something different yet get bored of it in an instant. Trying to hold on to what I already have still, getting ******* at the same routine!
I have been down and confused. feeling things I used to be used to. it had become a normal but now, it's new again. feelings of guilt for missing memories, because the past can't come back. I don't miss the people I miss the places I miss the laughs I miss the late nights I miss the stupidity the vulnerability.
