Though I can't prove an idea that isn't so uncanny,
Being the fact I can control my insanity.
I don't want to be needy but some one to talk sure is handy.  
My friends tell me the same thing my brain tells myself;
That "It's  not your fault you couldn't hold on to her".
Desperation for something and getting nothing leaves me believing I'll be alone forever,
That late winter day when I swore things couldn't have been better,
I was left out to dry and was treated as a stranger.
Now I watch from the outside longing for an answer.
Checking in on each other indirectly a far is honestly ripping me apart.
Just let go I'm not holding on to the past.  
I'm just holding on to the question "why can't anything with anyone last".
Everything blurs and everything fades,
It may not for you, but it always does for me.
If I'm a fool, and if I can live quietly, maybe something or someone will come to set me free.