May 21, 2007 19:19
all I can ask you is, please:
be a little better than me.
don't follow in my steps,
don't travel where they lead:
the grass is not greener, but greed.
don't miss me when I'm gone
or maybe you should.
at least you'd be missing something
that's not a part of you.
don't look into my eyes that way
or to see beyond what you see.
there's nothing much here,
but what is here is me.
don't hold me so tight against you
or give me your warmth or your strength
please save it for someone
who you don't have to hold in restraints.
please don't send me too long e-mails
because you know I wont reply
you'll never know why I don't
and the possibilities would makes you cry.
so just get on with your life once I leave it
don't tarry too long on my face
put away the picture, not even if you need it
it'll be your saving grace.
what I'm trying to say I guess
is that when I leave; I'm gone
don't linger on that hope
or you're already gone.