The days are getting old, the fact you sold me on to believing you had a heart of gold.. taken the time to know you in every detail but it so happens ever time i do try all i recieve at the other end is a voicemail.. leaving it to believe i should of just got up and left that nihgt but having you at my sight after so manny years, i just thought you were cool to kick it with. i even brought your name up to my friends given those conversations ended the moment i hit send..

clear thr thoughts, caught up on my past The Art

of Sedecuction weighs over. with the weekends i fight off not being sober. in the truth

in my words finding myself in trouble with i thought was my soulmate... Being disgusted of the fact

i seem more then desperate but see you only lose it when you sit quiet.. so ive learn to voice my feelings listening

on each opinion is it even open for a discussion? upon apologizing on the emotions i despaired on that moment you came into this world the sudden instant i cared. with me in between laying out your all with me having no intentions to fall, but at the bed side waiting up on that call.