The wrong people are talking to me
they aren’t who i want them to be
if they had the slightest idea of how
irritated they make me.

Perhaps this chair can wrap its arms
around me, and tell me your out there
thinking about me.

Oh, but that moon she’s been hiding from
me, she knows the truth of a hundred
dying angels.

You’re the constant voice inside my head,
the one id die to hear again….

If everything where like yesterday then we
would be ok, we would be perfectly fine,
we would be together

And I’m trying to repress my feelings,
i catch myself thinking of you and want
to hit the erase button,

i know you’re broken and need fixing,
It’s not an issue with a bit of time and
love i can seal those wounds.

They may be deeper than the scars on
your skin,but with every word i hope to
sew your inner wounds shut.

With every kiss to erase those who did
you wrong.

In my mind theres no doubt you’ll be just fine,
Theres also the reoccurring thought I don’t want
you to have to go through this alone,

In fear, I can feel you pushing me
away, I’m stepping back because you
need your space,but each and every step
i take is making me closer to the ledge.
-K.G