There are days that I think, I’m owed an explanation..
Then there days that I think, this relationship was a figment of my imagination..
There days that I think, these choicest decisions were made for their own protection..
It’s not a complete justification for the assassination of my attraction…
Then there are days I believe, this situation demands a matured reaction…
Yet there are days I feel, will this act be an ode to my obsession…
What can I think? What can I do?
Everything I do, is a by-product of my emotion.
Show some respect for this recognition and to the mix, add some restraint and hesitation.
“There’ll be days like these my mama said, there’ll be days like these”
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