I write, to express...  When I type, it relives stress...  But no matter how many times,  I confide to my keyboard....  I always still feel a bit wayward...  Facial patterns shifting from inspired, to doleful...  If only I had someone to listen,  it'd be easier to remain hopeful  But until that day I have a women in my arms that can help me get away...  I guess Im stuck talking to my computer day after day......