Oh dear you have your hold on me
I feel as I am suffocating by you
Lost in the feeling of you, I walk aimlessly
Only looking for the end of something so sweet-I want to fight for you-
For that last dying breath
That you or I might breath out in a gasp
Write to me the sweet songs of your acclaimed adoration
For your words mean more to me than your fake actions
Words I can twist and turn, to believe the invisible
assume the identity of a man on fire
Your questions of repeated rejected topics we agreed on are all but rhetorical
Put up a fight my dear
For this chase is boring me to the everlasting death of my subconscious self
Perk my interest love
before I give into my unforgiving other half
The definition of self loathing never seemed to indicate the source within the meaning
Babe you swept me up like a gentleman would-and so it begins
The walk down memory lane
Oh dear, the beginning stage of something as bittersweet as good bye
Dreary it is, your adoration, day after day, the same old words
And the cycle of wanting banter
My words of wit and sarcasm -are in spite of my track record-
Rise up to my challenge, you ordinary knight in armor
Make yourself gleam in my eyes
Bring out your luster that is unknown to me
Oh I feel you are slipping from my grasp-
Or is it I from yours
Enough said
For your demanding tone is now soft whispers in my ears
