Trying to put together the puzzle of my existance.
There must be a way to break through the resistance.
My Mind refuses to believe my eyes.
The happy side cannot win no matter how hard it tries.
There is a war raging in my head.
If it ends I will surely be dead.
I know the out come of it all.
The good side would surely fall.
Not everything turns out the way it should.
I would change it if I could.
My life is not in my hands.
That is just the way it all stands.
To be back in her arms where I belong.
My mind retaining hope though I know it's wrong.
There is no hope for that day.
She's not coming back my way.