Nicole you saved me maybe, but then again I am far to damaged to bare this.

I've started making more room in the bed, for a lover who's not there. Hugging more than one pillow, funny how quick it turns from cold to hot. and i'm sharing the bed with memories of you. The memories take up all the room, but that is what memories do. The pillows don't hold me back, though the memories do. Need to move on, Need to run, but I can't even make for the door. All I can do is over think.

Am I aloud to live here? Or do I have to go outside?

You take off your make up before you leave so bold, A day on the sofa trying to work out last night's blanks, and unfold. It was a different you a different skin, You could of been anyones for the simple price of a drink. But now afternoon has left you sore and all alone. Not a single memory of how you got home. But it doesn't stop you, while others say it should, But they leave their make up on wishing that they could. And you know Wednesday is a long time till you feel right again, Then the boredom leads to another weekend. They say you should stop and all the things you could do, But they simply don't understand why do the things you do. You grow scared of the message tone, Another reason to hide, But the truth is you made it through another night.

Chasing the clown in me

To be myself with nothing else' Throw the clown to the side, Like throwing stones in shallow shores. But no one wonders when i'll be home tonight. And I need to find a way to fix my head without listening to my heart. But there she is at every point. And all it means is another hard day When everyone else is having better fun. And i feel i better run, But better days have came and gone, And old friends no longer say hi. So i wonder would they say goodbye. And could i be myself and all that you need, The need to need someone else, And i could feel the cold from the inside. But the bedcovers are all on your side. And all i want is to be myself, But i forgot myself to be your kind of guy. So tomorrow is almost yesterday. And sometimes even the greatest of painkillers Can't numb this kind;

No one belongs here more then you.

Close your eyes and count the stars, you've forgiven me a thousand times, and I'm going to miss a thousand or more kisses your going to give someone else's face. But tonight you can't save, the dark offers no release. And when I look i can only steal glances, that's why I'm a romantic thief

A history of Loneliness.

Round in circles chasing my tail, and with everyday a little more frail. Till the cracks grow a little too big. And the things I wished I said are the only things I think. So like a dog with a bone i won't let go, and like a stray dog sadly I don't have a home. Such is life and what do you, the hardest part is admitting it's true.

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I can't control this..

You share your secrets with the night time, as the feeling gets to much. And you wish you could stop it, because the truth hurts. The darkness is when you should rest but your mind won't stop. You hate the ticking of clocks, and try as you may you cant stop the tick tock. Time passes quick, and not a moment to soon. Cause everything you love always in the end leaves you.