Another weekend

"Yesterday, Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away"

Saturday night, can't stop thinking about her, what she's doing, who she's with.
Do I realy want to hear from her? lies, or bad news, there is no third option.
I go out, try not to think about her, my friend meets me here, and off we go. Can't stop talking about her, about us.
Temple bar, to meet the others, and off we go, by now i'm having a few laughs with a devilish street preformer. And off we go to Aka, again. Fine enough, good friends, beautifull women, oughta take my mind off of her...
We go in, I start the drinking, wiskey, for starters, i'm not proud, but it helps not to think. And so goes the night, drink, talk, dance! And drink some more.
At some point i'm talking to Pedro, a bit tipsy and I don't even notice these two girls that came up to me and started to undo the buttons on my blazer...
Off goes the blazer, off goes the Ireland jacket, and the tshirt was on the way, when i finaly said woa! But on they go on their knees, my belt is gone and the pants undone, and now I have these two snakes crawling up and down me like i'm a strip pole, and rubbing themselves on me, no reaction though. All I can think about is her, so I tell them my wife was not thinking it was funny, and they scram!
Stupid me, she's probably out somewhere drunk with some guy...
What does idiot do? he shoots 2 straight wiskeys, and orders another one with ice.
And the night just glides away...
I go home, alone. And i try to sleep. Getting up every 2 hours. Dreamed of her doing drugs, dreamed of her with other men, dreamed of her in past mistakes, dreamed of me dying...twice. Not an easy night. Still... I got trough it, and today i'm depressed, she has power over me, and she won't let go. I have to break free, i deserver better than a maybe!

I'm living 50 years ahead of my era, and i feel very lost...
Love, it's love that keeps me awake, worried and paranoid. But it's her actions that hurt the most. Her words that pain the most.
I need out. And i'm running out of options.



"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me"