Why do we want what we
can't have the most?
Why does my brain
dissociate to keep
myself safe from reality?
Why can't every part of me
accept that you're gone?
Is it because I've never been
the reason someone's left?
Is it because no one's ever
chosen to walk away first?
Where do I go once you
see me as a stranger?
Where do I go once I
forget my own name?
