She sends me home with a paper bag. She said to use my imagination. Shes playing head games and am starting to like it all. She tells me lies so ill follow her. Am her toy am her yarn. She builds me up she breaks me down. I have no movement no soul around her. And i want her more and more. A circle of strings a circle of wires. Her love is like cyanide. I just cant say no to her.
Time ticks by.
Shes gone with the wind..
I sit i wonder.
Was it truly a game.
Or was i the one.
Time ticks past twelve the rain hits harder on the window.
Shes bin gone for a year.
Feeling expose away from her.
Time draining age wasting.
Shes not here and my soul routes away.
Time Time Time Time
Is all we can do to hope for the better.