Secret Sidewalks

When night becomes the day

And you have said that yesterday

Was not the same today

Now everything is gone

And you have said that yesterday

Was just a game you played

Everything is creepin in its own little way

You just cant see things through

When it starts its sneakin in its own little way

You just dont understand when I'm not with you

I know you hate when Im critical, its pitiful, unusual, a mutual relationship could be so undoable.

Believe it or not; wasnt really in my hands at all

Was it really time for plans to fall?

So much in common, but how was I supposed to call without the number?

Baby you make me feel like I was under the influence of something that might just make me plunder.

Leavin me without a wonder.

Should I try and run from ya?

Should I just sit back in my head and take all the pain like it was thunder?

And despite; I think I just might know the right road, to take home.

So why do I have to be alone dreamin about unknown and overblown proportions?

Twisted, aggravated, contortions.

A portion of me that wants to believe that there was never an abortion.

Now there has to be closure.

Calm down, gain some fuckin composure.

I had to slow ya, risen up in the game but becoming a pozer.

Now I've gots to show ya

Maybe I need a hug to

And baby I understand you