Where Things Like This Don't Exist.

You're young, only 21... lived a life you had planned out. Until everything else got shut out... the windows were then cut off, but the one door still remained opened. And it was his.

I've spent the last five years of my life, with you.
But don't know where I'd turn or what I'd do, without you.
Its the blur, the senseless meaning that makes me feel this way when I'm, with you.
All in all, I have two choices left: that I should leave this place without you or should stay with you.
But, when I 'am' with you, its like cold knifes pointing straight at me, daggers coming down, from the attic of your thoughtless direction... I've been compelled in following, for so long.

Being without you though, kills me even more, for all i want is the person I was before you entered that life. Where daggers and sharp points didn't even exist, Where I was innocent, and didn't need to grow up so fast... I was led astray, by your mist.