no time for games i leave that to lames...

my heart is telling me to run while i still have a chance.. my optimistic side is stuck in this trance and my head is saying this isn't making sense... wondering when did things get like this? did it actually happen or is it just me. stuck in a silent mime of insecurities.. if he wanted to hurt me he did a damn good job. feel like he deserted me and left me to a mob of ninjas dressed in silver at full throttle n ill be thinking of someone else by tomorrow.. but in the mean time i mean in between time he started a sentence with no ending.. like lies that have no real begining and if five months is all it takes to go back in time ill be the first to press play on her rewind. ill rewind to the one two three memories we had and ill subtract the month of feeling glad and ill add in the conversation we had today and ill press play for you to find a new way in ga.. crying a lonely tear on a dry cheek.. i guess it is that type of week

no time for games i leave that to lames..
busy dreaming away my shames

misty is the name i gave the lump in my throat..now say by misty no more tears to wrote