I waited for this somber feeling to get back to me so I can write in this mood. So I can express this feeling of "blah" while I feel it. I'm not sure if it's the weather (it's been raing for the last 3 days) that's getting to me or just everything else.
Tonight she wines and dines with another. Tonight my imagination tears me apart. It pierces straight at what is left of my faith and I fall. This is hope and love breaking down.