#92 greatest satisfaction

Almost finished writing all over the walls,
of what I should say long before,
almost letting myself to make that one phone call,
but I know you don't want me no more,

close my eyes and I see you there again,
occupying in every corner of my mind,
shouldn't have keep it simple and plain,
I see everything but my heart is blind,

it's just one way communication,
   that lost in translation,
   unintended repercussions.

Don't you ever stop writing on the walls,
open up so people can read your words,
I won't ever again chase you around the halls,
I won't let yourself get hurt,
  anymore,

it's all imagination,
   anytime I'd be out of motion,
   by then, you'd be in the middle of standing ovation,

by the devil's decree,
in company of angels,
   therefore be granted,

   the greatest satisfaction.