Our Last Night

Our Last Night.

It Always has been the case that I have to go the extra mile.
That’s fine we all have our jobs.
The situation.
Then u don’t understand.
U don’t see that I do.
Well why.
Is it you
Is it me
Is there a connection that makes it so we don’t have to talk.
I want to talk and you don’t.
What could we even talk about?
An Impossible situation.

Im sick of talking.
Your sick of it to.
Your sick of listening.
But Im still listening for you.
Just let yourself Go.
It will all be alright.
This is just another night.

I look for you on the streets.
The scenes are familiar.
They still feel like u are here.
But your not.

It turned grey three years ago.
With the passage of time things change.
Then why do I feel Ive said this before.
Is it some never ending game?

I’m Sick of talking.
Your Sick of it too.
Just let your self Go,
It will all be alright.
After all this is just another night.

I know what u mean when u say what u do not speak.
I know how you feel.
But life is actions and emotions are blurred.
So don’t hide behind that steel.

If you only knew how I felt.
If you felt it within your soul.