Carl

She knows what I mean, how I roam, face down every deal, cool but burns with rage, when I try to atone, always opens the gate, this is my scene, but the nerves are blown, just where I've been, it's useless to hesitate, what is on the bone, always too late, never safe to heed, the mess of what I'm doing, won’t hear me plead, wave goodbye to hate, leaves me all alone, my turn now to wait, I wonder how it seems, now she hears me call, can I stand the heat, crying that she's gone?