Hey.
I’ve been thinking about you,
Could you feel it?
Your silence was always such a depressing answer.
One sigh could take the world away and I'd finally feel awake.
I’m still lonely if you ever wondered how I was doing.
Some things never heal.
Some people have to carry burdens they can’t show the world.
Some people never lived the way a kid should’ve.
Some things never change.
I think i’m sick of acting like everything is ok.
I don’t remember the last time I cried.
I’ve watched the light fade in people’s eyes,
And every time, I could see myself so clearly.
When can I forget?
I know everyone else has.
I bring up life back then and people ask me,
“You still remember that?”
Of course I do, I’m still there, alone, and against my will.
I just want to sleep at night knowing someone is here who knows how it all feels.
Reality hurts and I can’t lie,
My expectations have become all I wait for.
My shadowed essence falls, draped over my mass,
I think it may be time to take off my cloak and show the world my scars.
If I had you by my side I worry that the pressure wouldn’t actually cease.
Is that ok?
Am I ok?
No.
And I never was.
I’ve watched the world run from Space nearly my entire life.
I used to wonder if I could fall back down to Earth.
But it’s not my place anymore.
It’s ok, don’t worry about me,
I don’t mind watching you grow old without me,
Honestly, I just hope I don’t freeze.