The regression of our relationship.
It's always at a recession.
I always put this at question.
But I never get an answer!
I wish we could put it on a stable grip!
Oh God, I'm formulating this into my own 'Great Depression'!
I look to it in a struggled expression...
It's eating me up inside like cancer.
I knew I should of abandoned ship..
Wow, what a lousy confession!
I'm wandering around in my own dazed digression..
I become babbled like a puzzled prancer.
I'm always put on a guilt trip..
The answer at this is at my discretion.
I just can't seem to spill it out at this concession.
And I dodge it like a deftful dancer.
