I've been living for too long. With a feeling something's wrong. Like a thorn stuck in my side. Just out of reach for me to pull it out. Now the picture's crystal clear.
Everything I know will change, I'll never be the same. So I'm told as a voice repeats "Again, again and again". What if it doesn't feel like everyone said it should?.
I write your name in my breath on the window. Sit and watch as it fades away. The painful memories. Of the tears of yesterday. . The sky is cold and gray.