Prologue
Hello world hope you're listening,
Forgive me if I'm young or speaking out of turn.
But there's someone I've been missing,
And I think that they could be the better half of me.
Please, god help. I think I'm dying; well that's what it feels like. I can't breathe.
I cried for her, too much. Right now I'm living for her. Selfishly I'm lonely, it should have been me. It's so consuming, it's starving me. I am the grief.
They're in the wrong place tryin' to make it right
But I'm tired of justifying.
He told me not to think of her anymore, he said when I think of her I get upset, still grieving. But I'm not grieving; I'm waiting, aren't I?
When I was younger I tried not to care, but all I can do is care, all I can do is worry. I can't grieve; I constantly dream of scenarios I dread, but I come to wonder whither I am living a false life of picking at the silver moon expecting it to drop.
So I say to you come home, come home
'cause I've been waiting for you for so long, for so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
And the fight for you is all I've ever known
So come home
My life revolves around her, though she may not be with us, all hope shall not be lost, in this disgusting madness. She is with me, she is out there, and she is alive.
I think-
I think, but I cannot be sure.