unfinished its wrong i hold on you let go, i want more you say no.
but tonights just like every other night
i wont find happyness at a bottem of a glass as much as i try.
im gribin tighter your lettin go, i want more you say no.
you walk by i stop. this isnt liven this is to much.
im thinkin week days your thinkin weekends.
how can i be when you wont let me in.
closed doors hurt, weakness i cant forgive myself.
i've tryed but i cant scratch this itch.
and im lost on your lips and now want nothing more to do with this.
but its got a hold and im weak from to long in this rut im stuck in.
take this note its my last hope that i can win.