The compression of the tragedy is reaching way above
the level of stress my hands can reach.
When it’s all ready above my head,
the weight finds a place to rest on the crest of my mind.
To keep thinning about it may take my life but what’s right was never done.
The mood will change the tune you had to loose,
for who new of how you felt when your song skips.
Life tips you another glass to keep you half empty
but I’ve seen this and yet I still missed my chance.
To let it step by,
I hide my time to let life fine me, to make me take another drink,
yet I still think I could use another one.
Because nothing can make me feel any worse then I do now.
So what’s to loose after all we choose
but of a broken thought of what all I’ve got.
You take it away and say goodbye and leave my mind with
one of your beautiful smiles, and ill be all right