I've tried so many ways to say I love you. My actions and words are clearly not enough. What else can I do, or ways I can prove. I may look tough, but I feel pretty rough. Time and Time again, we repeat this action replay. I don't think I have much else to say, Today, Tomorrow, Or the next day. For a moment- thoughts of revenge- cross my mind. But the sweet dreams of revenge , are always bitter in reality. Does charity begin at home? Is it to do with my tone? Even then, I mull over the bitter truth that things Ain't going to change, Today, Tomorrow, Or the next day. Time and Time Again we repeat this action replay, Play. For Today. Play. For Today, Stuck in repeat. It may be time for retreat. Time to wave the white flag. With my dignity still in tact, but it is still really sad. I say this with deep regret, But, we need to stop this upset, It's the end of our drama- The Play for Today.-no fad, just really bad. Our Play for Today.
