If I held on, would you have stayed?
If I never stopped the talk,
If I never stopped waiting,
If I never stopped believing,
If I never untrusted you,
If I never stopped dreaming,
If I was never in the uncertainty,
If I never was scared and insecure,
If I never feared the strings of the bond,
Would you still hang up on me?

Telling paper my thoughts she keeps my secrets.
I'd tell you but the issue would be trusting you to keep it.
Paper keeps me grounded in my feelings.
She knows the truth even when the words don't mean it.
She feels the intention in the strokes of my pen.
With every line she proves to be limitless.
An infinite realm of ideas where the mind can feel the power of pure potentiality.
But at the same time she challenges my sanity.
No form of parody in her love its stronger than gravity.
Through my own sense of hubris I'm using her for vanity.

Sometimes you just have to have some medicine.
Sometimes you just need a Friend to hold you while you cry.
Sometimes you need medicine for your pain.
Sometimes Medicine wouldn't fix your problems.
Sometimes your friends you think are friends are not friends and they use you.
Sometimes Medicine will help you but not for long though.
Somethings don't need to have medicine.
Somethings are needed for medicine.
Medicine will not always cure your illnesses.
But real friends can cure a lot of your problems in life.

You tell me I should take care of myself
Why does it concern you?
Is it because you are afraid of what they might think?
Don’t worry
I won’t embarrass you
I’d rather leave

I go to sleep at
10 p.m
but lately it's more like
2 a.m.
because I don't want
to turn the lights off