My clammy my hands grasp on to my humanity
but bit by bit slips through my hands
What’s left of me
I don't like what’s left of me one bit but I can't help it
I am trying and trying to hold on to once was as it floats in the air like balloons
and the string gets too high much much too high
and I yearn and I grasp and it slides from my fingertips up and up and away and away
and I can't give a ****
I’m a husk of what could be
what once was floating through the stars
I loved you I loved you I really did try but it wasn't enough
not enough time not enough love not enough life
I lost myself and I can't find him
and what's left of me can't care to try