I give my life in your hands. Don't play around, or shake me about. I just put my trust in you, the last thing I need, is some whirlwind ride. My head is fucked don't need no more stress. Days seem distant and nights seems forever existent. Tell me no lies just full truth. Hugs and kisses or slaps and bitching. Im dependent on you to not to let me fall, drag me up with you. Little bursts of laughter. Little bursts of cry's. You have one chance to prove you. I don't want presents I don't want money. I just desire love like you do money. Laying side by side all clammy and shy, made me wonder if I would dare. Getting closer and closer to this edge, you'll fall and I'll stand strong. Don't mind fuck with me honey. Shouting the words I love you. not knowing what it means. down to interpretation is what I believe. Belief is a substance of opinion, that neither you or I can say is wrong. Wrong being right in all many ways. Down to parenting and the way you lived. That wonderful wall that I once spoke of before, Is growing again. concrete not needed, bricks not needed, tools not needed, workmen not needed. This is a wall built, by pity, self-esteem and issues. That one got pulled down by lust and confusion, goes back up with disease and fusion.
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