You can find me in the stalls writing lines of how I'm a deteriorating shell of my former self,
nothing but a faded shadow,
a hollow casket of myself in a prison cell

I'm back to my old ways,
Too scared to run away,
Too scared to stay,

Yet somehow I miss the days gone by,
Not for the moments,
The people,
The person

Help me get your heart off my sleeve,
It's been roughly a year and I can't hardly breathe,
Don't worry about never being mine,
Lest the tears of what could have been,
Stain the silhouette of time.