Lost ...
I shed my tears in the dark ... By my lonesome ... Where you can’t see... What you don’t believe.. What I do to me.. How I’m my own misery... Maybe I deserve to be ... To let my wrong doing get the best of me when you just keep strolling by ... Freely... Or perphaps we are both guilty of the same things... Hiding in our pain.. Allowing it to consume me hoping it will drain yours away .. If maybe not tomorrow then I pray someday ... For your indifference to become known once more to me... Like the we that we use to be ..until then I’m a weak soul searching for my reason ... My purpose .. Hoping to bloom for you like a rose... Out of we You matter the most...
