Such a day
Such a night.
Quite a sight to see my old friend,
Just like we have every night.
Clyde my friend it's been a while,
Yet I see you everywhere with a warm smile.
My inspiration and my pal.
My only one I can see when all are gone.
Not a word you say,
but if you could,
You would question of where I stay.
"Why so astray from all those who love you dear?
Is there something you fear?
Or something you despise.
Either way, I know how you lie so don't try."
Why should I see you and speak a word when all you do is see me sink in to the abyss of depression.
While I cry and try to think of why I don't need to waste time of making my mind believe there's some kind of guide or ally that I can rely on or whine on...
Why am I an oddity.
Why could I never lie down my life all those times I wanted to just...
It's okay Clyde... I don't know why either.
You know I recollect at these nights but I just keep remembering why I cry most of the time. **** it why can't I stop rhyming