I see you looking through me, not at me. I stop and try to remember the past only to realize that things have always been this way. I listen to every word you say, every breath you take, every thought that crosses your mind. Yet, you barely hear me. You're oblivious to my presence; or is it indifference?!
Why is it that no matter what I see, it's something else I believe? Why is it that my soul will not accept what my mind knows? It doesn't take a genius to see what you're doing. You're not even pretending. You're being you. You've said all you've had to say, both good and bad. Yet I choose to remember the good, using them as lifesavers to keep me afloat in this deep ocean of failed dreams.
I close my eyes and remember your kind words. So few and far between. I tell myself you will miss me when I'm gone. The truth is, I'm right here now and that never seemed to make a difference to you. Why would you notice when I'm gone, when you can't even see that I'm here?
I try to force you out of my thoughts.. out of my dreams.. out of my illusions. You've never been more than a fantasy, a web so wonderfully spun by none other than my imagination. You're my fault. You're my mistake.
I open my eyes and see, you were never really ever here. You never really existed.
So then, why is it that I miss you?
Why is it that no matter what I see, it's something else I believe? Why is it that my soul will not accept what my mind knows? It doesn't take a genius to see what you're doing. You're not even pretending. You're being you. You've said all you've had to say, both good and bad. Yet I choose to remember the good, using them as lifesavers to keep me afloat in this deep ocean of failed dreams.
I close my eyes and remember your kind words. So few and far between. I tell myself you will miss me when I'm gone. The truth is, I'm right here now and that never seemed to make a difference to you. Why would you notice when I'm gone, when you can't even see that I'm here?
I try to force you out of my thoughts.. out of my dreams.. out of my illusions. You've never been more than a fantasy, a web so wonderfully spun by none other than my imagination. You're my fault. You're my mistake.
I open my eyes and see, you were never really ever here. You never really existed.
So then, why is it that I miss you?