I couldn't tell you
just how I start
these damn things out
And why I am
So emotional
Why the city lights can sing me to sleep
Better then any nighttime lullabye.

And why your eyes
Hurt me when they lose that shine
I always wonder
How it got stolen
And who could do everything that's been done to you
Why it reflects on your life like a soulstain.

I'm not a writer
I'm but a small minded child
seeking solace
In most of the wrong places
With an affinity for hearkbreak
And 'woe is me' words

I don't deserve what you hand out.
The weight of your smile is far too heavy for me to carry
I'll hide here for a while

Thank you.

Just think of me
And tip a hat to those days so long ago.
A picture pasted on the mirror
We never fade.

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