1/29/19

Dirty shoes and a life full of sin.
All I wanted was a friend.
All I wanted was a friend.
Days are becoming darker and and I hear laughter from the rooms below.
Wish I could join in.
How could I join in?
Streets filled with kisses and my hand turns to ice as I reach out.
I can't keep doing this.
I simply can't keep doing this.
Is it all worth the forty odd years that I must follow?
If only my smile really was contagious.
If only my love really was contagious.
Perhaps a push or a jump would elude what I am feeling.
This isn't right.
Yet it has to be me in the ring alone.
Tragic, at least from my view point.
Yet simply unsurprising really.
A warm bed and nothing else coming in.
All I wanted was a friend.
All I wanted was a friend.