I think that I might love you,
But I'm afraid to lie.
I don't want this to fall apart,
I don't want to hurt or cry.
As these silver swirls as smoke,
Dance about then disinigrate;
I think about old memories,
Inhaling thoughts I wish would die.
Pass me the cup,
I'll drink the poison of choice.
Just don't leave me all alone.
The tears pour out from behind my eyes.
The sense of self feeling has died.
It hurts me when you are not here.
I long for you when you're not here.
When will I be OK?
I do not know,
Probably when this love no more can grow.