breathing out, and in
are you at the eleventh hour
a permant strain,
quick, react without thinking,
where was my head,
did it make a deal with my heart,
its decieving my good intentions every which way
how can i keep you holding on
while i furiously rip away
I know this isolation
is this to keeping from absoution
or another thoughtless act
is it to keep me from making an endless fool of myself
my backhand hits at full force
the hits are goig to take me out
I wont last another round
Im just too stubborn to quit
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