Why do shadows fall,
But never leave a mark?
The only thing light is good for
is creating the dark.
You might never know how I truly am,
and who I want to be
Because the person i see inside
Is anyone but me.
You don't know what I need,
you don't know what I say
you don't know what I want,
what you'll never know is,
it's the light of day.
I wait here and I watch
For my mourning days to stop
But the tears keep coming
Though I beg them to not.
I try to tell myself
"I've forgotten,
And I don't care"
But the truth stays
You can see it there.
I hope when you read this you'll know
What a mistake you've made.
I know you think about me still though.
I'd die to bring it back
But I know its out of reach
And the only one who can turn this around
Is in front of me.
So please,
What would life be like without any Hypothetical questions?
For my sake and yours
Don't throw away one last chance to greive
And forget our sorrows
And kiss me one last time
For without that recolection
I'm so afraid:
That inside
I've already died.