Thinking about us
All day thats what i think of...

In this life time
Some think its all typical...

Promises are made to be broken
Virgins are meant to be broken...

I am tired of pretending my hands are yours,
Hugging a pillow that is named after you...

Me and my head can't stop having re runs of you in...
We just met and for a moment...

Its early morning
I wakr up and sretch my eager hands...

Whatever you want
Wait when you get home from that long day...

No more excuses, no more neglect, no more of what...

The words sound so real
Sincere lies...

Small drops
Big fat drops...

Macho pride
Male ego...

My vast state of mind
Is like a never ending length...