Im still a walking wreckage, and even if my fist is held high, I cant stop writing poetry. Im not as rugged as my lack of understanding perceives me to be. Im still here, and even if its making you run, hide and scream - dont crash, I dont need another tragedy today.
Just not today.
I still dont make myself out to be some grand mystery, I am who you see, forever changing, but remaining the same. I will always be the old friend you lost contact with. I will always be OK, no matter what the gut feeling tells you.
Our lives have been written for us, we do not choose our own destiny, we crossed paths to grow, I was passing time. Now youre deep rooted in whatever you like to call your state of mind. I know I met you in my past life, we meant more to eachother then.
Im sorry, I know youre wasting away, but Im always smiling.
