Vomit striken
and unable to feel...

I never was that much into
being and open book...

My mind is littered with things i want to say
I feel so cold now and want this to go away...

I sit and wait for you to speak
Nothing is being said...

I fold into your arms
And feel the passion in your embrace...

Don’t say it if you don’t mean it
That’s what you used to say...

Could someone tell me what went wrong
to make you throw it all away...

How is it that you can easily throw it all away
When all I really wanted was just to hear you say...