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Just let go.
Just let it die.
Reading to far into things, that's what makes you cry.

I'm trying, I'm trying
But that's exactly why its becoming an uphill battle.

So just let go, of it all.
"Be like water," they say, so I will.

Love, like a sunset
As the warmth slowly transforms into a cold night.
Love, like a sunset
So beautiful, and everything feels right.

You tease me with your lack of care,
It's really unfair.
The ball seems to have deflated, but I don't have a pump to give it air.

I can't seem to find sleep,
I can't seem to though I know its calling me
Am I pressing ignore, or just listening to it as it rings?

Why do emotions exist? Why does this sting?
Do you realize how long its been, or did you put an expiration date on this?
Have we gone past the due date, are things just not worthy of their glory days?

Or is that just it, were they the glory days, meant to be viewed that way for the rest of our days.
Until you finally fade away, though I think I really may go first.
I feel as though I've lost touch with reality, or perhaps I've never had it and that too was something that I've been teased with.

Can I believe a little stronger, that this isn't really my life I'm living,
and that I'm actually in a coma, that everything up to this point has merely been a dream?

Or will I actually end up in a coma, and this is a parallel universe, and I can forsee it coming because it already has, just not yet to the me here and now.

He says I'm an alien.
I say I'm crazy.

Either way, I think we're both right.

With that, goodnight.