I'm still in it, i mean it,
every minute, every second,
i'm waiting for that second
chance that you never gave "us",
what you gave was "give up"
on me, on us, on everything we had.
We had "almost everything"
or may be every thing
that we had was "almost".
I'm in pieces, looking for my
peace of mind & right before i'm
about to drown she hauls me
from the sea, see somehow, her
memories brakes me
from crashing but they break me.
Maybe, i'm not right for
her, she knows i only write for
her, right from the start, to the
moon & back & back to the stars.
She cuts, i bleed but she leaves
no scar. She's an angel but
an angel who loves war.