Who is an enemy,
but the one speaking...

She opened her ruby eyes;
The light overhead shown down...

While everyone whispered to me,
Give it up, move on, just let go...

I was lying in a field of dying grass
Staring at the bright blue sky overhead...

Can't you see she's a girl with a kind soul?
She's the kind of girl...

Cigarette in hand,
a bottle of liquid in the other...

I know that when I hear the sound of shot glasses
Echoing loud on the marble counter-top...

She walks the void of midnight;
Her skirts of innocence wrap around her ankles...

And there are times where I feel as naked
As the water fresh from the tap...

The sun touches the ground,
Thawing out the ice that held it still...

A voice inside my head conveys a message:
"Don't you go seeing him again...

Dear Friend,
I'm infuriated...