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I was alone, staring over the ledge,
Trying my best not to forget,
all manner of joy, all manner of glee,
and our one heroic pledge.
How it mattered to us, how it mattered to me,
and the consequences.
I was confused, by the birds and the bees,
forgetting if i meant it.
Baby..did you forget to take your meds?
These cold anti-climatic days.
I still drive these streets, hair in my eyes, screaming at every single ghost I can conjure in my own mind.
I'll never stop staring blindly into the past, it seems.
I'll never stop trying to change myself so much.
I'll never lose hope for tomorrow truly being a new and different day.
I've started to make conjectures, finally, after watching the movie of my past repeat so many times.
You're gone.
You're all gone.
My choice.
I'll write.
It'll hurt.
It'll frustrate.
It'll be everything I hate.
I will write, all the same.
I cannot help but be broad, prophetic, and ever-penitent.
I'll sleep when the sun-rises, and wake when it starts it's journey downward back towards the horizon.
I am moving, though.
Finally creeping forward.
Ripping out the parts of me that have rooted for too long.
Ripping you from my heart, as well.
I wish it wasn't so.
I wish it wasn't.
But this is my sanity, and piece of mind,
and as horrific as this sounds,
I do believe divinely persuaded.
"I've heard of a land far off
where you're safe at night.
The worries and the wonders of the world
disapear with the light."
Trying my best not to forget,
all manner of joy, all manner of glee,
and our one heroic pledge.
How it mattered to us, how it mattered to me,
and the consequences.
I was confused, by the birds and the bees,
forgetting if i meant it.
Baby..did you forget to take your meds?
These cold anti-climatic days.
I still drive these streets, hair in my eyes, screaming at every single ghost I can conjure in my own mind.
I'll never stop staring blindly into the past, it seems.
I'll never stop trying to change myself so much.
I'll never lose hope for tomorrow truly being a new and different day.
I've started to make conjectures, finally, after watching the movie of my past repeat so many times.
You're gone.
You're all gone.
My choice.
I'll write.
It'll hurt.
It'll frustrate.
It'll be everything I hate.
I will write, all the same.
I cannot help but be broad, prophetic, and ever-penitent.
I'll sleep when the sun-rises, and wake when it starts it's journey downward back towards the horizon.
I am moving, though.
Finally creeping forward.
Ripping out the parts of me that have rooted for too long.
Ripping you from my heart, as well.
I wish it wasn't so.
I wish it wasn't.
But this is my sanity, and piece of mind,
and as horrific as this sounds,
I do believe divinely persuaded.
"I've heard of a land far off
where you're safe at night.
The worries and the wonders of the world
disapear with the light."