Writings on The Wall.

Look a little closer, you'll see something you never noticed.

Captivated by looks that's called lust and it'll get you good,

Everytime.

I'm sorry for the pain I caused, but this is the shit that I live for.

Make my life a little more pleasant, or just distract me from the things that make it hectic.

Look into your sweet eyes and wonder why..

Why me?

Why now?

And what does all this mean?

I stay quiet, try not to question the passion we ignite.

Can't stay away no matter how hard I try.

As much as I can't stand you I like having you there, listen to me talk about my shit

I really don't think that you care, but you comfort me and challenge me on my bullshit.

On my toes, I'm always there, but you try to stay two steps ahead, but I'm four baby.

Try and keep up.

I put you back in your box until you prove me wrong,

That you're not like all the others that come in and out of my life like a wrecking ball.

I stand strong, but I have my needs.

No soul wants to soar alone, just freely.
I can't believe how far I've come, heart obliterated and gone, but I keep two feet on the group, sorta.

I'll be waiting for you to look up and read the writings on the wall, then maybe you'll finally give me a call...