Ashley
Getting asked all these questions like when you gonna settle down..Thought provoking but my mind is soaking in a different sense of a set of vows.. Walk that thin line between love and hate, when you love so hard and hate it so much that it puts a dent on your belief in fate.. I'm in a car with no breaks no seat belts or a wheel to steer it.. Emotions getting filtered out like the most passionate song with the most heartfelt lyrics.. I can't let go I told them..I keep trying.. They look at me I look at them.. They're telling me to stop the lying.. Whether I lie or tell the truth the way I feel is the way I feel it won't stop the crying.. Like a person on their death bed being positive as ever won't stop them from dying.. This is the real me what you see is on the surface.. People enter and leave your life I'm only searching for their purpose.. They want me happy, they ask me, what my problem is.. If they can catch me, they'd bash me and make me do a bid.. Locked in a love cell.. Bars impossible to break staring out that small box window asking myself what it's gon' take.. Am I moving forward making the effort to be happy again.. Am I missing what's right in front of me cause I don't want this feeling to end.. Oh I know what's wrong but this answer is gonna task me.. My reason for lack of what I'm looking for past present and future begins with......
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