In Love With The Coin
I saw her, i loved her, it's funny even when i intend to talk about you, i'm forced to start with her. Left stock in this ship wishing i saw you first, no! I'm not conflicted, i love you, i love you more. I love her, i love her still. OK, maybe a little conflicted, but there are no wars, i'm certain, none at all. I close my eyes and i think of you, i open them but she's all i see. i will kill me just to make myself see you. OK, maybe a little war, but it's something i can deal with, i still smile the same, i look the same, no one sees. Yes! no one sees this, i live, but i die many times. it seems to be the curse of living, to actually die. and the seed of dying so many times is knowing i would live again only to die, oh goodness, just die already. Drifting, loosing a mind i never had, feeling hurt in a heart i thought was lost, bleeding deep from a wound i can't see, this suck, that makes it hurt even more... Awe, this sucks, i love and i...