A cross between poetry & lyricism, along with the tragedy of love.
|I can't sleep much because I stay up and worry, that the next time our paths try to cross the connection’s blurry.
You’re at war with your heart; you tell me, “What’s the hurry?”
All the time we spend by ourselves thinking we can’t be worthy.
Time is not on your side, you’ve lost too many friends
You don’t have to be all alone wondering when the pain will end.
You numb your soul with green and one too many bars;
filling all your time pouring love into a euro project car.
You only think of yourself and worry about the wealth;
when all I’ve got on my mind is your psychiatric health.
Minutes slipping through the cracks while I replay what I lack;
Thoughts racing off track, trailing back to a panic attack.
Never after your money, just what your heart could lend
I put it all on the line, there’s no need for you to comprehend
the day will come where you try to make amends.. for the times our lives couldn’t justifiably blend.