I want to say all the things in my head.
The thoughts won’t come from pen to paper.
And I’m stuck in this position in my bed.
My mind screams somebody save her.
The only thing in my head is ur face.
Like eminem said I’ll staple your nuts to a stack of paper.
Humour isn’t going to save her, not even at her own pace.
Wrapped around my mind is a burning equator.
My thoughts are out of place.
Swallow your soul with a shot of Jaeger.
My love for you no one can replace.
Now I step into the future.
My eyes look at all directions.
Looking at you and I feel you’ll start a rumour.
I am not mixed emotions, I’m mixed affections.
Say goodbye to the new her.
Say goodbye to good perceptions.