Poor me, Poor you. I doubt I do.
October 25, 2010
We spoke, we shook, our hands, I thought we had a deal.
A promise, if broke could spell the start of hell in shining.
But every now and then I forget the reasons why.
I just know that you love me and that i try.
Don’t know what to do any more, i’ve lost the ashes and the wine.
Is there a doubt that you heard me the first time.
I didn’t choose to be with a jailer.
My dream wasn’t to just be fine.
But my wedding vows weren’t made for the fire.
Lets just wait for time.
I can stand on my own heels.
But that would mean without you.
And I mean them dug in river’s deep.
But that would mean, I moved.
Is there a doubt that you heard me the first time. I didn’t choose to be with a jailer. My dream wasn’t to just be fine. But my wedding vows weren’t made for the fire. Lets just wait for time.
