Discarded on the roadside, my body slowly rots away, and back into the breeze I slowly fade.
Back to the skies I leave this place, whistling between the screams, the dead speak only to me.
And all I really need is to hold you again. The departing was what I always wanted until it came.
Then I was scared, then I was really alone, something I thought was freedom, the saving I believed I needed.
Always wrong in the end.
Pulling the knots in my hair, picking at the scars on my skin, writing myself a poem, telling myself I can.
Lying again.
Back to the skies I leave this place, whistling between the screams, the dead speak only to me.
And all I really need is to hold you again. The departing was what I always wanted until it came.
Then I was scared, then I was really alone, something I thought was freedom, the saving I believed I needed.
Always wrong in the end.
Pulling the knots in my hair, picking at the scars on my skin, writing myself a poem, telling myself I can.
Lying again.