I’m going to work really hard at trying to get it right,
You were the one keeping me up at night.
I never could quite figure it all out,
How you are the one to call me out.
I told you clearly that you are a mystery,
And that all my searching would probably ended misery.
That smile I can’t forget,
And those eyes that make me regret.
You made a dent,
Now I’m paying the rent,
In someplace new,
Some place that’s far from you.
These days are on,
Far gone from you,
These numbers are on,
Countin all the time I spent on you.
You still hold the place,
That I wish it was not there.
You still take up that space,
That I want more to replace.
THE RUCKUS JOURNAL 