Round and Round
i lay alone
looking at the ceiling fan above
wondering about what the future holds
trying to imagine you in it
somehow i cant....not completely
you come in and out through the scenerios i create
i run through them
as if im replaying a movie
again and again im my head
sometimes i see you face
other time im waving you a painful goodbye
i ask advice
they tell me to tell you my aprehentions
but i know the would only hurt you
something id never purposefuly do
im afraid of what pain you might cause yourself
so for now
i will pull through day by day
trying to be happy
looking up at the ceiling fan in my room
looking at the ceiling fan above
wondering about what the future holds
trying to imagine you in it
somehow i cant....not completely
you come in and out through the scenerios i create
i run through them
as if im replaying a movie
again and again im my head
sometimes i see you face
other time im waving you a painful goodbye
i ask advice
they tell me to tell you my aprehentions
but i know the would only hurt you
something id never purposefuly do
im afraid of what pain you might cause yourself
so for now
i will pull through day by day
trying to be happy
looking up at the ceiling fan in my room