Laying in bed rainy eyed like the waters that drip from the noisy skies
Swaroski light bulb dangling from my collarbone as constant ideas pop inside
My medulla oblongata resting itself for a 6am morning's rise
Lonely I feel
This couldn't possibly come as a surprise
Vulnerbility kicking @ my door
Just praying and wanting nomore
Leap me pass this and land me in a new field of dreams
He nolonger wants to feel my lustful hugs and hear my sexual screams
Or was it me, I didn't pay the bill
And the relationship was clipped
Is it safe to say what we had, was powered by Sprint?
Nia...
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