When I breath its memories of love long lost
Every breath I draw is another portrait of you painted in sorrow
Am I to blame?
I look at myself and wonder is it me that chased you away?
Am I wrong for my thoughts or to you my wicked ways?
All I ever needed was an ear and sweet tender words of love
Only to then chase them all away
is it me?
I know my heart and mind are heavy
and maybe its a weight I shouldn't have expected you to help carry
so I won't
Ill take back all this pain that I shared
all my stories
replace them with fiction
maybe you'd like me better that way
I haven't written in so long
but here I am writing again
Turning these words into therapy
maybe....
But it doesn't change or explain how I feel
I'm just lost again wishing someone else could take the wheel
but here I am driving into the dark again
Lost with no where else to go.......