I hate you.

No, that is part all that I want and I can say. Aint that free ?

Contradictions.

I have that, and go thru that. A lot. Its always the, i see the good in it but the picture, my its ugly to me, to my eyes. Its jusy ugly, i dont go near it nor want to touch it. But by right, nothing is wrong. Logically, nothing is wrong about the things that i have second thoughts about. I think i am not open and flexible enough to be able to see the good from and in it. Or should i grow up and let it go and try to overlook the ugly thang about it and only imagine sweet things about it? I feel that is what we call lieing to ourselves. Right at our own faces. So idkk. I mean. Really ?

A cloud hangs over this city by the sea,
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be,
Out there and sober as a well for loneliness,
Please do persist girl its time we met and made, a mess

I picture your face in the back of my eyes,
A fire in the attic a proof of the prize,
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly...
Doo doo doo doo do doo doo doo doo doo

A cloud hangs over,
And mutes my happiness,
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress,
Wish you were here,
I'm a wounded satellite,
I need you now put me back together make me right

I picture your face in the back of my eyes a fire in the attic a proof of the prize,
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly
I'm calling your name up into the air
Not one of the others could ever compare!
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly!

Wait there is a light,
There is a fire illuminated attic,
Fate or something better I could care less,
Just stay with me a while,
Wait there is a light, there is a fire defragmenting the attic,
Fate or something better I could care less,
Just stay with me a while

I picture your face in the back of my eyes a fire in the attic a proof of the prize,
Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly,
I'm calling your name up into the air.
Not one of the others could ever compare

Where is mine?

When I need it the most.

Yes. I struggle.

And I shall struggle alone. Enuff said.