I thought I could save you
From playing the victim
Your smile never waned
I stood firmly convinced.

I had forgotten
You failed to mention
One last embrace;
For his sins I was sentenced.

A boy not a man.
A child not a token
A dreamer unspent.
A friend not chosen.

You played your part well,
And practice makes perfect.
Some see tragic ending,
We count a near miss.

No signs in the store fronts,
No daydream decisions
I'll go down a number and
You'll go down a lesson.

I've lived here before,
Far too close to lonely
Counting seconds to hours
Enslaving myself to money

My quick to draw goodbyes
Attested to my growth
Until another path is lit
The darkness calls me home.

Don't bother
Don't call me
You've conceived
Your memories
You're drawn out
You're wasted
You've laid down
Your roots here
No forward
No true test
No meaning
No witness
Sell living
To pay rent.
Just stagnate
Remain spent.

You're obviously upset
Your story will not fit
While I'm down you will kick
And hit air, you're all spent.