December 2009
the war isn't over...
gun shots streaming through the air; laid on my back, tryna miss these missiles that are hard on the attack. arrows closing in on me from left, right, south, and north, this mission i’ve been on - i think i might have to abort. not gonna win this fight, i’m the last standing soldier, up against the world, ain’t got no weapon in my holster. had my head turned, got distracted...
kiss me then i'll wake up.
my eyes glaze over when you pop into my head, sitting going over everything you’ve ever said… …to me, talkin bout you “really wanna be with me” cut me off because i found the answers that you hid from me. had a dream about you and the things we could’ve been, a pending masterpiece, you were the paint upon my chin. told you all my secrets and now it was all for...