Here I go, at it again, but next time who knows when? And this one could be the last of all, with all the things I can do, none more important than when I do them for you, to do my best is my test, something I think I have failed again, to many thoughts and lots of emotion, just creates heaps of heartache and commotion, reading to much between the lines, causes foolishness and divides, the mind is full of tricks, this time I don’t think this one I can fix, tomorrow is a new day, but it might end in a sad way.
Running short of time was I, left for work with a deep sigh, thinking about what was said, after all the considerations and sadness in my heart, I sent a message that may actually tear us apart, angry at myself I have to say, the punishment might be go away, with all the words I have said, between the lines I have meant, full of worry, anxiety has now moved in, it feels like I have committed a sin.
I wish I could turn back time, and then I could sleep knowing we will be fine, uncertainty has me in fear, it brings with it a tear, as my heart feels heavy, saddened and at a loss, I can feel at what the cost, and that is you.