I stood looking at you from the other side of the window
But saw you staring and all you did
Was turn your back
Holding her between your arms you winked at me
What am I suppose to believe?
Am I to believe anyways??
Guess my thoughts will always be a monologue
Wish God had a lock to these emotions
Thought being in prison was living where criminals live
But wrong was I because prison is being stuck on a spot and you don't even know the reason for not walking away
Running away shouldn't be an option but a mission without looking back
Because sometimes your heart's your
Own betrayer and actions yourself betrayer
We get hurt because we refuse to accept the truth because accepting the truth hurts more than the truth itself
Maybe sorrow was meant to keep us
Company and memories to light our path
