I’m trying hard with this forgive and forget thing. But the harder I try the more upsetting.
Is it a waste, all the time I was investing? I guess it is, so this smoke is now the best thing.
Kill me slow, let me exhale all your insults. And when I inhale, please show me how bliss feels.
I swear I’m not done. This road is too long to quit. I want my smile back. I want my style back.
I want the power that I had, that over took me. I want stability. Half of this never shook me.
I miss the pain of confusion but the strength to face to take it on and show it what made me strong.
I’m sure that this makes me wrong, but I’m begging for the passion. I want this old emotion to pretend it never happened.