My heart is tossing out ink blots for me to identify. I keep looking to give them a name, but I'm just not strong enough.
Instead, I give the old run around, pass time while time passes me. It can be said that everything I do is within earshot of you. Otherwise, it's not worth doing.
Vanessa, she's not going to tell me it's alright. No, she wants a man, something I can't give her.
Every word. Every word, and I pray that something comes back that warrants my being there. No, it's not about success. It's not about becoming someone. It's about justifying what I let myself become.
