Pick me up just to push me down
Watch me fall back to the ground...
What if you could do what you want,
Without consequence...
Magnetic.
South and snow, crisp...
With life comes death
Happiness, sorrow...
It was 6:30 when I woke up that day.
I looked over to where my wife lay...
Look into to my soul,
its the deep dark hole...
I am becoming.
i can feel it welling up inside...
I walk down the pathway
through all the pretty tree's...
Ballet was always her dream,
the dance of beauty and grace...
Page after page lined the walls
crumpled pieces of a mind gone mad...
There is a stranger in the street
Walking in my steps...
Shes so sick of trying,
Trying to make things right...