I'm running out of things to say
but one thing will always be true...

I have spent years
dreaming of touching her skin...

Ive been haunted by your memory
i cant sleep anymore...

As the day passes by
daydreams of your eyes haunt me...

How is it that I
Can start from connected progression...

Any normal person
Would hate to do what I've done...

I try to say it
but its impossible to speak three words to you...

I don't know if I'm losing it
or if i got nothing to lose...

I dot write about past or future
or about what i want to do...

The love i feel for you
Is about as silent as a gunshot...

Where can I hope to start
Standing here trench knife drawn...

Thoughts spinning in my head
i don't know where to start...