Ryan's p.o.v
You are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, you are the wind. You are slipping through
my hands. Your brain is a slow moving train. At the end of your rope,
you taste the rain. You are in such a haste to waste away. Sad, you
have lost all hope and want to escape really bad. Time reveals your
true colors. Whichever part of you will win this twisted game? You sway
back and forth like a willow tree. You breathe and everybody knows your
name. Fame is not enough to keep you alive. Why can't everything stay the
same? Why can't you ever be truly free? Your soul crawls out of your skin.
I can't spin you around one more last time because you are a ghost. I stare
out of the window hoping to see your shadow. You transform into a robin before
my eyes. Jesus carries you to places that I will never visit. Flying solo, you say hello
to the angels. Where is your purple heart, your halo? Where is your yellow safety blanket,
your best friend? Your afterglow, yesterday's ashes, what could've should've would've been.