A Point Black

A point black. My hands.
And the truth.
On the other hand, the lie and my feet.
In the middle, my conscience, my eyes.
And there, without place to where to go, my heart.
lets start where you finished the last time, you said that will hug me and love me. You rely on what the distance would near me. And that game would work.
However, I see only the emptiness of the white point to nothing at all unfulfilled promises, all the things that were done.
Or think this song is for you.leave it
Love touched my door again. To meet me.