I can't be anything I thought I'd be
Because I'll kill myself by 23
At least that's what I've said to myself everyday
Since you went away, I lost myself
The view from here is so unclear
I can feel the end is drawing near
And even though I've lost your touch, my dear
Your handprint lives here on my heart
Psychologically, I'm damaged goods
Physically, I am breaking down
I'm a self fulfilling prophecy,
If it's meant to be, it'd start now
But we are all just floating around here
Out in space, we cannot count the hours
There's no time to start anything new,
My dear, we're through, now
Because psychologically, I'm damaged goods
Physically, I am breaking down
I'm a self fulfilling prophecy,
If it was meant to be,
It would have started by now
I'm tired of saying that I'm fine
I'm tired of tallying the tries
And baby you are fading from view,
We are through, but it's gonna be alright
-E (c) 2017