The Shattered Outlook

The thoughts of her keep you up at night
Like the Bloodshed that was never seen
Boy are you losing this battle?

I know it's all so grim
But just keep crying to yourself 
Maybe one day them tears will dry up?
God I hope them tears dry up

You can't do anything about the situation
It's under your skin like a sewing needle
What can I say you're letting this kill you
And the worst part about it is you don't care if it does kill you
The best part of your life is gone

If the mirror can only speak it would tell you these words
Lay your head down and try to get some sleep
Maybe one day these walls will stop talking
But it won't today the memory of her is too strong

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 4

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