if it all went
away today,
would you still
be mine?
if it all went
away today,
will i be fine?
the clock just
ticks away,
and these wasted
years have left
me astray.
i can’t re-live,
and live in fear,
but i don’t
know how to
set myself
free.
(is anybody
there?)
i’m not well,
and time will
tell
when the pieces
finally fit
together,
and i make
sense of this
hell.
if it all
went away today,
would you
still be
mine?
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
if it all went
away today,
would you still
be mine?
if it all went
away today,
will i be fine?
the clock just
ticks away,
and these wasted
years have left
me astray.
i can’t re-live,
and live in fear,
but i don’t
know how to
set myself
free.
(is anybody
there?)
i’m not well,
and time will
tell
when the pieces
finally fit
together,
and i make
sense of this
hell.
if it all
went away today,
would you
still be
mine?
Written with Foo Fighters’ “Beyond Me” echoing in the background.
This one’s for what’s left after goodbye — the quiet, the ache, the small wish that love could still hear you across the silence.
Companion piece to Judgement of the Beat.
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