The One Way Street of Love

Sitting here trembling in fear wishing I could drink a beer, Entrapped in my own prison, and I cant stop seeing you in my visions, as these fore walls taunt my every decision, I keep wishing , if I knew now what I knew then, my screams would sound a lot different the bottle my was short term escape, after 7 or 8 thinking of you slowed after 11 or 12 your name would unload but by morning I am back imprisoned, strung out on coffee, I fear of closing my eyes, finding excuses to stay awake, for this I know is not fake. When I see you my heart skips a beat I cant even stand on my feet a minuet fells like weeks , seeing you happy is my life goal this is what I am working for it may be to late for me but I want to set you free that will put my soul at ease