I hate waking up alone.  It shows me how isolated I’ve grown my power is something to be shown this road is a lot darker on my own.  Our love started with a phone call. It was the sound of your voice that started my fall.  Back then I wanted to give you my all.  Being with you I over towerd people I guess I was pretty tall during a gritty fall. Now I have nothing but pitty for you doll but I do miss when all our free time was spent I’m a facetime call honestly when I found out that I could be your pace during this hellish life race it made me realize your face value helps my pain like space valuim you turn me up like the volume,  switch but it turned out     ditch but Ironically you less of a bitch than my other hitch so I figured you were my stitch,  you were me seam so it seemed but it turned into just a dream I once dreamed.  
Now it’s a nightmare but this ain’t elm Street this fear is real this pain can drive you to dark places.  This pain can steer.