The walk of like is never easy to trend. As u lay in the moments of the mistakes playing overland over again in your head. Dead is the soul of a man with the pieces of his heart that beats on the floor. The shell of a mortal we did once know. To make certain he grows in an unimaginable way that's easy for him to survive. Sick of all the everlasting lies, he ties his heart down, sweeping all the pieces clean. The cruelty of this world can't let him dream. How can you replace what remains and lingers, how can you change what will not want to leave. Her memories haunt and leave my soul to grieve. I fell in love not with her body but her soul, the smell of her skin, and the taste of her live never left me feel the cold. The moonlight our spotlight to talk about our miserable day. The counting of the stars together made us seem hopeful for better days. She was my first love and the last she will remain. She always will have my heart and her beautiful brown eyes to absorb my pain. Her perfume fill my nostrils like an intoxicating drug. Now she loves another and those memories swept under the rug. See love is to be cherished as to the woman you have. Crave all you want once she's gone you'll never know how mad you can get and a sociopath you can turn. Where her name remains on your lips yet her heart can no longer be earned.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
