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Maybe It's A Lonely One
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April 2012 Stuck in a room with feminine images,
all types of girls, it's quite ridiculous,
the memories seem to never wanna die,
it's itched in their presence and cemented in their design,
hard to be alert when i'm stuck thinking,
so i turn to smoking and resort to drinking,
what's another wasted day? no one to care more,
then my current pains original source,
just witness me cross kisses off my hit list,
send secret sentences on the margin encrypted,
all for my goal of finding utopia,
maybe i have and maybe it's a lonely one,
i can't hold my writing like i can grip my tongue,
sometimes i feel my pain is just a loaded gun,
ready to insert more reasons why i should run,
5 hours towards the only one.
