man in the fridge

one more thought of you as i drink this bitter spirit

one more thought of you as i keep on myself high

one more thought of you as i try to forget you.

and when i wake up tomorrow

still the same old sorrow

oh why cant we be like we were before?

now there is another thought to wonder.

someday as they say,

true love will find a way.

but what if love will lose its way?

cause it is blind, then where will my heart stay?

another cheesy line to keep this prose going

more words to keep this moving

trying to find the reason why we stop loving

when i woke up still i am Hanging.

and i tried this and i tried that

moved here there and still i am going nowhere.

as the days moved and i am still here

why cant I be like you?