Why does my mind always deceive me?
It seems I’m always stuck grieving.
Is it from the loss of life or the loss of love?
I’m sorry I couldn’t be enough.
Always set up to fail.
The rain is turning into hail.
And the smoke is turning stale.
I know I shut the door for good this time.
And you’ve probably had it with all of these rhymes.
I just wish we could have had more time.
But my mind kept telling me it was all a lie.
I just hope your days stay sunny and bright.
Even if I couldn’t be your light.
Maybe one day I’ll see you in my dreams.
And it could be everything we wanted it to be.
But until then I’ll try not to drown in my misery.
And maybe try to enjoy the scenery.
As I try to be all the things I always knew I needed to be.