The two years that you’ve known me, have made up the decade’s end ,
Of ten years in which I’ve faught to skip
Obsessed with my past’s relationship-
To retain the hope, know dobtlessness’s equipped
To embrace thyself, and to be true
When we begin to lose our grip,
Sketching the silhouetted shadow’s tip,

I'll leave here.
   I leave behind.
        I'll leave today-

& wont return.

You know these things about who I am, that no one else might understand
From how I think and feel and speak,
To fears that make me truly weak,
My disordered mind and damaged bones,
How the musical remedy is felt in its tone.

But to give up and in uncertainty's dismay, not to forget or out loud to say- these words which are, in a way, a goodbye; are immortalized here and then within the minds eye:

There is much for you to thank- and much more to seek forgiveness for..
Yet for me, these notions remain the blank
The words like gratitude, you guise *******,
As if I haven't heard it before-
All the cop outs, shifting blame,
While real powers? Its stored in pain.
Tho might say thay you feel the same
You've never known what we've to gain.
Us tortured youths, from diamond minds
Extrapolate, whatever, we may find
Worthile exchanging for our time.
Something about All I've absorbed
Is why your kiss is now abhorred
All I've precieved against my will
Ive done so by running up that hill.
As if I could make a deal with God,
and get him to change our places-
I'd be running up that road
Running
Running up that building

With no problems.