You'll Be Missed

Alone in the wake of success for so long
You’re accustomed to pain but you wish you could find
A piece of a poem not written so crooked
This shade shy of bliss is so dark you are blind
Of the light that shines through to illuminate your shadow
Of the hope that still dwells down beneath all this shame
And your bullshit clichés make the bars to your prison
As you cling to the candle baring a dying flame

You'll be missed my old friend
Though you're here right beside me
Still stuck reminiscing
On the good times and bad
You'll be missed my old friend
Though you likely don't think so
You'll be missed my old friend
But never forgotten