Having to live day by day,
So many words I wish to say.
Nothing new,
Just a repeat of what I say to you.

My words fall flat,
As they hit and go splat.
To the floor,
They turn to ice once more.

No longer do you feel.
Zero emotional ties,
Nothing left,
No tiers do you cry.

No time for me,
As if there ever was,
No time to save us

The yard on the other side
Looks greener,
No ones yard is clean.
Some just pick up the poop
Better it seems.

No more room in the heart.
A new and better start.
That’s what you tell me,
And I hope it is true.
I just was hoping it could be you. 

“Find your own sound.  Dont be a second rateYngwie Malmsteen be a first rate you”

– George Lynch 2013 (Dokken, Lynchmob, KXM, Tooth & Nail etc....)