B.S.

seven days to go until i can figure this out. I guess I wouldn't know if you never came around. I am cutting off my limbs and finding whats left of me, it's so much easier to get around. An hour and a half from now I can finally go home, this has taken too long, I should have know. My mind is confused and my heart is on mute for all the shakey bridges I've crossed. But will I enjoy stable ground, could this be the end of my frown? I sure as hell hope not. Where was your heart when i was right in front of you. Where was my heart when I dug this grave, when i made my mistake and got lost in this cave. waiting for the phone to ring, not hoping that its you, but hoping its anyone i could talk to.