misey

To accompany with deep thougth

By my self was the result

Of a one way love that were caught

 A drain in the wind.

And I;m so tiring of going though this over and over again.

Its hurts like a flaw.

Its keeps making you raw on this inside.

Looking for the sunshine to rise above the stars in your night war.

The rain,and the snow make its seems so cold, dulls, days in rage.

 And the hell you send me though is so unnecessary.

  I parch, juice out, dry from you eyes.

The one that you threw me with the descuisge.

The heart that you broke that took my mind 

  The satisfactions taste of bitter sweet, hard love that's not real.

You know the deal.

The part of me that's needs to heal

The soul of a man which I will stand.