So I take that you thought. Some things are better left unsaid. You chose your inhibitions. Over what I should comprehend. What could have been done. To keep me from going astray.
I want to light a match and set you on fire. I want to watch you fall twelve stories to the sidewalk below. I want to hold a loaded gun to your head. Semi automatic 15 rounds/one in the chamber.
Wait awhile for me. Because I am just not ready.. I beg to see your face.. But all I see and all I hear is nothing. Nothing.. . Where did you go? Far away?.