Your promise means nothing to me
You say one thing and do another
So sick and tired of it all
Tired of excuses you won't admit to own
I see the blood that lays on your wrists
Traveled down to your stomach
Cutting yourself thin
Why do you bury yourself under this disguise ?
I have tried countless times to help you
But the waves come so close
Only you will know
I have observed you in some many states
If you find your mind then give me a call
I can't be responsible for your death
This ailing skeletal body that you call your own
It don’t belong to you
It’s the man in the moon
Flying high in the same clothes
I won't approach you when you hold that spoon
The space where your smile use to be
Blackened rotted teeth without a smile