That boy is gone. Sometimes i miss the way he wept at night. To be still and not run. To be rocked to sleep in your light. These days there is not much that will bring tears to my eyes.
Frost in the grass glitters. Dance in it barefoot for awhile. Until it hurts and I'll know it stings. Before turning numb, I guess you win and you lose some.
She shut your eyes. Now you could say better luck next time. But I know you're about to die. How deep can you drill into a man's soul. Still say better luck next time.
I answer with a restless ok but I'm about to blow when you're gone. It's the first morning stream of pure light that makes me rather swim with the sharks.
It's the smallest things. That have a tendency to hurt for the longest time. It's like you found a way inside. . But this time I'm not going to follow you down.
I think I've stayed for the last time, goodbye. Hope is so much closer to beauty than sorrow. I think I'll leave and leave self pity to die. Reflection is always brighter than shadow.