Moving On

In an attempt to fill this void, I grab my Droid & go through my digital black book. There's really no need to look because you got me hooked but tonight you're already took. As I scroll & I scroll there's no name that jumps out & grabs my attention. Did I forget to mention there's no one I'd have take your place. But at this pace in this race we're bound to fail. And every day this game we're playing is becoming a living hell. One day it's you, the next day it's me. When are we going to wake-up and see what it is that's in front of us? Is it love? Is it lust? Either way one of us has to get off this bus, & go our separate ways. These days have become weeks & these weeks have become years. And baby I can't afford to shed no more tears. -L' Mo