Confusion sets in my gut.
Past memeries appear in my mind,
Both un-invited
And very un-wanted
I sit alone and greet the solitude.
I appear apon a state of mind.
I sit and think,
And try to figure out where I went wrong.
Lover and then given up on.
I am nothing but a lost cause.
I try to make right where I went wrong.
When I need to be held,
The person I want is not to be found.
Then when I need to be alone,
They come and greet me with a smile.
When can there be a point in time,
In witch we can rewind?
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