So much shit has changed now
no offense but you seem like a whore.
Your getting with all these guys
but I'm not moving
from this spot where I stand.
Because I'm locked in place
are my legs giving out?
It's even a little funny
that you hooked up with my friend
but how do you think it makes me feel
when I am not laughing.
I stop laughing
when the sun goes down
the night brings out the real me
and as I lay in bed in the sark,
I am mesmerized by my own thoughts
and I can't control what I think about.
At least I realize
that my mind is fucking with me.
It tells me there's still hope,
that I shouldn't give up.
But I am beginning to give up
because it seems there is no hope left.
Are you sure about this?
This is your last chance
or else I will never again
want to be with you.
So that's a no I guess
well that's too bad
I saw in our future
a straight path to walk on
but now I can see,
as you stray from the path,
dense fog is surrounding me.
I still walk this path now
because I see no other path,
and am lost in my own consciousness.
You have found a new path,
a better path to walk on.
I wish you would share that path
because I'm lost without you
but to you, it seems,
if I join your path
it will be a worse path for you
but ehy can't you see
that this is not true?
It would be much better
than any path created
I can already see it in my mind.
It's a perfect path,
no bumps, no turns.
It's just straight and clear.
But this path will not be made
because you don't believe in me
but why can you not
when you believed in me before?
That just seems odd to me.
Now my path is blocked,
the construction signs say your name
and delays could last hours, days, months,
could even take years or worse
forever.
What I really want to do
is turn away from these blockades
and walk backwards to the path
where I was happy.
I try searching for it
but it cannot be found.
That memory is dead.