When I knew you, You could do anything I sat at your feet like a small child in awe Looking up at you with eyes opened widely You were magical.
I lost you along the way And I just heard your voice on the phone for the first time in a while, I don't hear the magic anymore.
The passion is gone Perhaps it is hidden behind clouds of smoke, Under the *** bottles your cousin brings. Behind your brother's hospital bed Masked by the beep of the monitors Or the screech of the halting 2 train.
I wish that you would promise that you won't waste away, That you won't waste the powers bestowed upon you by the gods But you would never.