If all words make poems
I'll carefully choose them now
Because I want them to be meaningful in some shape or somehow
A meaning that echos through every bone in my body
A word for each thousand thoughts, although it may be sloppy
I think that I'd be a fool to say that there's no hope
Yet who am I to say that I am strong enough to cope
You were always stronger, always pushing right ahead
It's depressing just to realize how afraid you must have been
To start a whole new story with other strangers at hand
I may not have been so wise to let you run with what we planned
But it was my mistake.
And I took you for granted.
So now I have to put the words on paper
Try to be someone greater
And stop killing myself for you.