Our problem is lingering it’s dark yet transparent.
Fogging my perception when life should be apparent.
Apparently dizzy with the thought you leave In my head.
Our love is repetitive so alive before dead.
Revive it with time, erase it with doubt.
It’s hard to understand you when the road has no route.
Tell me you understand, I’ve excepted I can never trust you.
I’ve tried so very hard.. I have.