
The doctor told me
you think to much
think of other things.
I've always been one to follow instructions but this
its not so easy.
It replays over and over
like something broken
inside
He's always there
in the morning
in the evening
every minute in the night.
I just want to forget
the smiles
the laughter
all the covers you had
who knew someone could be like you,
and be okay with that.
Now I can see how much of a failure you are,
no friends,
no family,
what's left of you?
no one should think of you.
but I will, for a while..
slowly, I won't it'll be less and less
you'll fade into a blank
like an old cassette loved too much.
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whos this about?
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