You and I will see, what's to become of me. You know you wanted it, bu now, you've given up everthing. Before you tell me you want to get away, I'll tell you what I want, before I know what to say. When you see me, look away. When you see me, don't say anything. When you see me and you've found out what's happening - what's wrong with me? I can't stop, what's wrong with me? Where I used to stare, I'm looking there, and you're not even here. I see you looking through, then quickly turn way from what is real and all that you've known, I'm not considered your own. But I still stare here, I'm sill waiting. When you see me out, I won't notice. When you see me out, I won't know what to do. When you see me out, I won't know what to do or talk about. But I'm not here, what's wrong with me? When you see me, look away before you're hurt again. What's wrong with me? You and I have got to figure out what the difference i that's taking me . . . We've gotta find a way to kill the difference that's taking m away. When you see me, turn around and don't come back. Don't search for the past.
Sorry, I haven't written a poem in a while . . . it's bad.
