"BROKEN THREADS"

 

"BROKEN THREADS"

Fighting on my own

Sublimating these urges strong

Words I rehearsed so long

Quiet in my head alone

Want to shout but I stay

Over telephone lines fray

Harbored truths I'd convey

Resentment's heavy sway

Better this way

Me knowing little of your days

New life your own maze

Hair color lost in haze

Don't know how good he treats

Or the way your heart meets beats

Long after you left the streets

Seeds of manipulation greets

Taking kisses that were mine

Time was never yours in line

Manipulation in design

Worst kind left to whine

Better this way

Me knowing little of your days

New life your own maze

Hair color lost in haze