YellThe sheets toss and turn as a young man lays under their warmth, tears running down his face, the pillow next to him turned cold. She argues and yells as he cries and yells back, he wishes he had never done what he did. Trapped like a rat in the strong arm of death's grip, she looks to get out, she says just for a little while.Yell
He knows what she wants and why she runs, he regrets every move he makes as he tosses and turns. The phone hot on his face as he cries and sobs, He can't get way no matter what he does. They just wish they could go back, a month, a week, a day; to
Hank
