The fact that I never cared scared me the most,
The reality of my fears started with an I want you.
What must you mean?
I’m 6 ft above ground I should feel something right?
My hands feel like I got hit by something that wasn’t true.
I’m here, half a day away from where I want to be,
I’m making up excuses only I would understand , only for someone who doesn’t care about my feelings.
I just wish that I could hold you,
But all I do is make up excuses of why I can’t.
The fact I never called,
Makes me feel like a kid trying to find a place that cares doesn’t about perfection.
Tilted black color, that lingers around my life.
What’s at stake when all you feel is remorse?