Monday


I don’t know how to feel about this mess
That sits upon my torn heart

Beaten to death,
My love needs a rest.

I can’t seem to see straight,
My eyes have been glazed
Over for years

And now I finally see
What has happened to the
Real me.

Where my soul has been,
I’m not quite sure.
I hope they took care of my
Head while I was gone.

Before the midnight sky,
and my Wolf Heart
I can see my reflection
in the rain
and I know
that Torr hasn’t been the same.

I want to get back to basics,
Get the boys together-
Have Friendsgiving Dinner
Every Night.

I miss the Old Torr
I think we all do.
 Time to find her.


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