It's funny cuz when I was bought this book I,
Didn't think much of it.
But once again it's open and I'm, pouring my heart.
So tiresome,

And I'm reading through all the things I said, about you,
And I can't quite believe it.
I really must have loved you, blind.
But that was before, I opened my eyes.

I never liked the words I wrote, but I still do it.
Because I'm still upset by how inevitable life is,
And I still don't have you nearby to help.

And it's 3am again, and still I listen to these sounds.
Can't sleep, cuz it reminds me too much of death (not that I've been)
Apparently, my purpose in life was to fall in love,
die, and think about it too much, along the way.

And still I hate, how selfish people are,
I just want to get on, and see the world, with you,
Before I bow out, perhaps not gracefully
but with some pride, that's what my parents,
would have done.