If I didn't talk would we even speak?
If I was gone tomorow would you ever know?
Would you care to spare the thought, or is the truth that it matters not?
But that's just it isnt it, you've always spared me the truth.
Never letting me know you in exchange for whatever new excuse.
Best to lie than lose who cares now isn't that right?
My truth is my sails are without wind ragged and sunken to the sea floor, and I can't think of any reason to keep fighting for.
Truth is the bouts rigged, was always slated to begin.
I hope you enjoy your life, the I'm through with mine.
I only pray you find a reason to smile as you keep slipping through time.