This is fine, right? As sit upright with my back to the wall, in a place unknown but should be a ball. My arms should be around you holding you tight, instead I am sitting weeping about it all night. I am wondering who are you with right now, the faces that you make. I swear if someone tries to hurt you they'll be making a big mistake. But who am I to judge right? I done the same, the memories engulf me into a world of pity and shame. Now I watch over you with people there to help, I wish I could see you more but then I make you sob... I guess this okay right? I've cause you enough trouble. I hate to walk in on your parade and burst the party bubble.
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