And I thought about that and you for the rest of the night.
Am I making a difference with things that I write?
Just a human, they don't know the demons I fight, but you my baby Tru you do you fight them also you know the battle upside my mind the fight the nightmares that fall within the night the stars and the moon hold no hope the sun come dawn is just a bright light with no benefit.
So, you say I'm the worst.
They say I'm the best.
But call me tonight when you get off of work.
Got things on my chest my sweet baby and I need to talk.
I've been feeling bad for the feelings I have.
I know that I'm blessed. I know that I have what a lot beg for but that’s not really what this is about this is about finding forgiveness after all that I have done and not just to you.
Been learning that money just isn't the cure for an empty human who has nothing left inside.
I am depressed, they scream they love me but I know it’s all fake.
I've been a mess now for such a long time after that crash I realized that my life is fragile and I need to live it but with what is good for me not what is killing me because baby there is only so much gambling with my life.
Hate what I think in my head.
Act like a friend, then when I need you the most
That's when you leave me or read, they all do my Tru you did too but hey it’s what I did to you.
Have to pretend, always just have to pretend.
Like I don't care what it said, what they said, what you said. It does it cuts deep.
Stuck in my head, plenty of things I could do I just go lay in my bed after cutting coke with hotel room keys.
Is this what it’s like when your heart becomes empty and cold?
How do I know what's real when my mind questions all I know?
How do I save myself from myself when I'm feeling low?
How do I flip the page if I'm stuck reading what I've wrote?
Why do I always drown in my thoughts? Need to learn to float!
Another day and another night another fucking battle up inside my mind.
Please my lady love come back to me so I can feel what it’s like to be alive again. To feel the warmth of a soul that hasn’t been burnt by this stone-cold world where they make a new article out of you. If only I knew to
love this lifestyle, I would lose me and to wake up just to go back asleep because I have lived with a high that I can’t come down from.
Please my baby come save me from me before it’s too late.
With a wink at the screen she loves to hate me winking at her. James Dean she calls me, and I wish that I could go back to that time.
I then begin to play the new song to her and her alone.
“Babe this one is for you…please come back to me, please stay. Please, my lady love, choose me…..”
