Two hooded figures
Talking and laughing afar
I seethe in my car.

He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry

I'm not the type of person to give up on someone,
But eventually eyeryone leaves...
                                                        One
                                                             By
                                                               One

And it really hurts when they cast you away
So I'm killing myself slowly...
                                                  Day
                                                        By
                                                            Day

Pain is a constant reminder that I'm terrified
Because I cant have you...
                                               Side
                                                      By
                                                         Side