Just need a place that will listen
To me every day.
And though I cry
And try to hide,
I know we will try to survive.
But she has given up,
This person I barely knew,
Never saw her face,
She never saw mine, too.
But I knew her,
Inside and out,
Knew of her pain,
And all of that shame,
Just because she was used.
And now she lays there dying,
And I just sit here lying,
Wondering what to do.
She signed off,
Saying I'll miss you,
I told her what she had to hear,
Because I knew her end was near.
So I agreed,
Said all lives were useless,
Always, to the very end.
Said yes, I cut too,
And I know you do.
So I agreed,
Don't know how long
I kept you there talking,
Just to keep you from walking,
Towards that bright bright light.
And I talked,
And we walked,
Away from the light,
Down that short memory lane.
For you are younger than me,
But it doesn't matter any longer.
For as I sit here writing,
I know that you are dying.
