My heart never took directions well
But I should have listened
And in the absence
I've been in form of hell
Within my silent mind
Waiting for you to call
To speak or yell
Anything to tell me
What you think
Again
I am weak
A fool
Easily distracted
Tell me again
I missed my cue
I miss you
More than anything
I can imagine
And my imagination
Is quite large
Let me be recast
As the actor
In your play
I am begging
For one last chance
