Time ticking my madness to fragments and pieces, I’m hoping for once, that you’re not my midnight dream, To rest my automatic routine, thinking of only you. I want you to lay beside no one else but me.
Desolate and deserted, you withdrew; I’m waiting, For your flight to arrive, the terminal is my home. The thought of you is still breathing, constraining, My cogitation, please leave me the fuck alone.
Get out of my motherfucking head I’m frustrated. Formulating ways to avenge what you’ve done. This has escalated quite expeditiously, You’ll be the abandoned one.