Lady, I thought we were walkin
So I didn't have to do no talkin
I thought it would supersede... the ambiguity
Hard to display on a shaky screen
But it looks like I haven't slipped away clean
It's getting hard for me to think lately
It's starting to jeopardize my safety
I don't wanna get hysterical
And you get nothing in return
You've got a whirlwind fondness
for the hurt and despondent
You stand on the highway to heavy
You're afraid to be happy by yourself
Maybe you're the one that needs help
or maybe I'm just wrong again
It's getting hard for me to think lately
It's starting to jeopardize my safety
I don't wanna get hysterical
And you get nothing in return More from The Chadderandom Abyss