I was told many things
upon the end of us...

I did not see you coming
For you blended with the Sea...

My hats off to you
you stuck with my own knife...

Maybe today is different
Maybe I'll be fine...

So here we are
No longer hand in hand...

Our relationships a journal
written pages in my head...

God I know we don't normally speak
But you got control of the love i seek...

A broken record spins
round and round it goes...

Stop it please
Your hurting me...

Another night, different stars
same old bottle, same bleeding scars...

Bury me
I'm no good now...

I could fill this page up
with words that rhyme and flow...