Good old days bring me back,
To the good old times,
When I’m happy, all alone,
When I have no one to care for.
Yet, now I am, with someone,
And still feel like I’m alone.
Is it awkward to question the present?
Is it weird I don’t see my presence,
In my own life or her’s?
I really don’t know why words are flowing,
Why hands are scribbling senseless thoughts down,
I guess it’s just my heart talking to the parchment again.
Can’t I, be a part of it too? Please?
I’m lonely, really am
From her negligence I shall fade
I’m just a dying star, burning away
Waiting for the day to come,
Where darkness takes over my heart and soul
The day I shall return to nothingness.
Back to the shadow is where I shall remain
Alone in the depths of faith
A down in debts of faith
May I just ask? One last time among all these confusion and uncertainty?
‘Will a day out alone be the day life flips over for a new beginning?’
Anyway now; I’m out, out for what’s waiting out.
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