And, yet, he lives
More lives lost for him to keep living
I don’t know why this is the day
So many almosts and not quites
I don’t even know the reason why I keep up
After all none of my wishes came true
Watch the Moon fall
Constantly misconstrued into something else
Don’t you feel bad for that poor lost creature?
I do
You know?
It’s kind of disappointing that you don’t
That you felt nothing for someone so lost and desperate
I’m not the one who refused the journey
It’s just you had more to choose from than me
And I imagined a choice I didn’t have
And I chance I never got
I wish I could go back in time and make that time less heartbreaking
Every night
Like clockwork
It would sink in
Yeah I guess I’m just really disappointed
He’s not the man I thought he was
So I suppose it’s on to find a new one
A something to live for
Afterall
I’m already living for me
That’s what this barely getting by
Teetering on the edge
Charade is all about
Is there someone I can love that wants it?
That wouldn’t watch someone try to die over and over and do nothing
It’s hard, you know
Knowing no one misses me
Knowing this entire day will probably go by without someone thinking of me
Isn’t it funny how I don’t want to cause pain
But I want to be missed?
Maybe I’m causing the least amount of damage in isolation
At least I’m not enjoying myself or something awful like that
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