Ashamed

I want to get inside your head.

And know all your thoughts.
Your deranged thoughts, your scariest ones,your saddest ones, your sweetest ones, and your dirtiest ones.

I want to know what you spend your day thinking about.

The girl in whose house you woke up this morning?
Or about the bar you went to last night?
The count of the last drink you remember?
or how your eyes got blurry with time?

Maybe..

How the hangover knocked you out when you opened your eyes?
The face of your love as tears ran down from her eyes?
Watching her sunlit smile turn upside down;
Feeling your heart speed up like rocks breaking apart?

Her blue eyes turning dark;
with the fading of its lastest spark.
Thinking about how you were with her and how you lied.
You promised things you never complied.

Now you see how it feels,to be left aside.
Go cry your own river,
she has had enough from your drought.