You might be gone, but in my memory still visible,
And I visit you with my bleeding mouth, I talked too many cutting words,
Either way it's wrong,
I shut my eyes, my ears are covered, now I live with shame,
For thinking about your name.
Why are you so honey,
what honey are you out of made, because your tripping brown glaze eyes lunging for sweet stuff,
Oh honey what happened to us,
It's just fussy stuff,
I'm still wondering.
No reason to reason with you,
but I do not let little things go,
I've got the taste of your sugar, the sweetness I'm addicted to.
Open the window so often, to go to places without leaving.
My problem is that I'll never could turn my back on when something ended.
Standing on my own feet, can't walk, it's not my own will, on my feet that get me walking, I slipped and went falling down again,
Broke my knee on the sidewalk,
Because I'm just a side walking person, so who would care about?
Can you smell the blackberry stone, its tearing up my nostrils and
Are those cities living or are they just a place to live in,
There are more places to go.
I can't decide which direction, like the curls falling down my head, they swirl around instead.
I know, I keep on moving
Despite the strife for I am always learning and discovering.
