Toll

I'll sit here with my Jack

while you smoke your cigarette.

There's a hole where you once sat

and it's filled with anger and regret.

I'll never know the reason for your actions.

Somewhere inside, I just don't care.

Because it will be foreign with subtitled captions

and reading them is not what I came to do, dear.

Is there ever an end to this madness?

Or does it repeat itself for decades?

For that long, I can't take the sadness

or the hurt that you have made.

Why is your head filled with dismay

and your heart filled with black?

Why can't everything just be okay?

What is it our love lacks?

Anymore and the pain will hurt worse.

If you don't want me, then let me go.

You need to get down to the source

and your feelings you need to get to know.

I don't want to give up on you

but you're giving me no choice.

Men like you, there are too few.

But you leave me with a screaming voice.

Please get your emotions in line

I'm waiting on this goal.

I'll be here, giving you your time.

But your time will eventually take it's toll.