Ignored are my texts
That tell you, I love you best...

You tell me that my eyes are the gateway
To my soul...

Yfor tell me that you care
Yet, your love you share...

I love too much
Drink not enough...

The question is, how does one keep his life in...
Even though the entire thing is a total wreck...

The question is
At what point does holding on something thats gone...

At what point do you draw the line...
When is it all no longer fine...

Im trying to understand
ThWhetherason why you hoit d my hand...

Trying to focus at the task at hand...
I spend another night.. with a multi night stand...

We all at one point meet someone
Who comes into our lives...

Both. Of us. had to fight
Even to get this far in life...

The highest times of my life have come and gone..
Again-left alone...