My clothes don't fit right anymore I'm not meant to play this part anymore It's time to find a new home to explore It's time to close the book and shut the door
Seeking answers, I look at the sky But stars are falling right out of the sky With you gone, I can't help but ask why The stars fall down without saying goodbye
I wonder if you still think of me But she can play this part better than me When I close my eyes it's you I still see When I reach out in bed your spot is empty
One of many super old poems I found in my old notebook.