I look to the sky
to testify
that every night you made me cry
I let a little piece of myself die.
And i--
I, don't know why
I lie
To every new face that passes by...
Call it shy
call it my
self-defense
against
your age old impertinence!
I’m doing my best
to live
and love
and learn,
but I ache and burn;
some days I’m dying,
some days I’m flying,
some days I’m soaring,
and today I am DONE
with all your charming deceit.
You see…
it’s quite a feat to have me beat,
'cause we both know
that I have a spirit
that could move the stars themselves
out of that burning sky
that refuses to deliver me
from all this self-loathing.
And I am still.
You ask, how am I lately?
Well read between the acetate lines
because lately it is safe to say
I’m not okay.
I’m wasting away.
There’s nothing left within me
to save me
to heal me
to rule me
to move me
to be me!
So now just take a breathe
and fall from grace,
fall in silence
and out of place.
Leave it alone,
this games been played…
my only regret
is that I ever stayed.