by Shuggie(The problem)
I know we have problems.
But there's a hundred solutions.
To me there has to be another.
I need you
I think about you.
You are hurting.
But I hurt too.
Our Pain was equal.
So wasn't it a draw.
Guess not.
I can't level my thoughts.
I can't weigh my options.
I can't measure the length of my wounds .
And i can't tell how long when half the clocks missing.
I know cupid shoots arrows.
But who removes them?
(The Solution)
We have problems because I was cold.
This is one of the solutions.
There is another but this is the right one for you.
You need time.
You need time to think.
Because i hurt you.
I'm hurt because you could have made me happy if you were happy.
Your Pain holds the future.
It's not a contest.
One thing at a time.
My thoughts are unleveled cause you are my balance beam.
My options can't be weighed cause you are my scale.
My wounds can't be measured because my ruler was broke in half.
Half the clocks not missing i see things one sided.
Cupid shot us.
It was never removed just overlooked.
