You won't miss me when I'm gone, I'm not asking you too, I'm fresh out of those request, I'm just tired now, The pain I feel won't heal, The weight on my shoulders heavier than ever, The tears won't dry in the pillow anymore
There aren't many INDIVIDUALS left, Endangered species in ever changing jungles, Just trying to be themselves, But deep down inside, Everyone wants to be you, Or someone else
I could ask what happened, But the deceit isn't worth my sanity. The stories you craft aren't bestsellers, The pictures you paint aren't Van Gogh's
It's close to perfect, I know GOD crafted it, Maybe for me, maybe for someone else, But they're definitely heaven sent.
I’m parched at the thought, But these deserts don’t have an oasis, Just mirages, Trust me I’ve imagined it too.
I’m captivated by your being, Unsure if it’s your words, Or your beauty, But I’m hooked...
... now sleep!