The Blues

I can't put together my last clue; of the reasons i have tried to show u what I've been through, walking alone in my very own two shoes- as my desire of a burning passion has breaking free to prove to you, no matter how you should be somebody completely new, there's rarely a very few, of true, loving and promising life to shared; whether there are thousands of us, or only two- you have caught my poisoning potion i have made for you to fall in love as it pulls you closer to by my baby boo; for you've fallen out of your ways just to be amused. Have you reached the door of hell and heaven back to earth to look for me, too? Trying to see the reality of my living proof of the view.. In fact, you have shut your mouth with glue, for someone you used to care has taking its toll of a waving the goodbye cue; Can't you understand the main reason why you were meant to do? I have to keep going to walk to the road of empty paths, but no fears to have and live a life that will I ever feel I'm alone and lost in my mind with thoughts of hateful and confusing blues; It's way past due- to get over your tiring and dying attitudes, if you don't change the demon with no soul inside, I will be the only judge, the last survival to give you my promised, and utmost, the daring thing of all the extreme challenges for me to watch you go through the most tortuous and burning feeling as u expierenced slowly as you taking ur way to your new grave; and as i have been through more hell in life, u will have no strength left to get your sweetest revenge as you tried to move; for i hate to say this, but you just made me show u the feeling of a ghost around as your spirit had giving up for the poor you that u just been used- as you will hear my last, and sinful gratitude.