Let me take a moment to show,
how this grief that I've spread,
is burned to my soul, the
pointless jealousy, I so constantly
let devour myself, inside, out.
It burns and sears and severs the beat,
that my heart lays strong,
mending, impending, constantly long.
The complexity of my mind always wanders,
in perplexed speech,
encasing me in a puddle, a tank, water up ten feet;
over my head and filling my lungs,
since I never open my eyes, the feeling remains numb,
and i pray this is not what I've become;
for the fury of jealousy is robbing my soul,
taking my heart and swallowing me whole,
I've said it many times before, this time the most...
I'm sorry baby, I'll be the best I can be,
as long as you still have faith in me.
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