Nothing

 So far away. Too grim and so cold. I'm still heard whispering, "to have and to hold...down". Take my hand. This won't take long. This impure thought reminds me that those days are gone. Why do turn your back? Why do you loosen your grip? You set me up to take this fall and then denied my name as once again I start to slip.
 I'm still just touching. Feeling. Blindly holding on to nothing while inside I'm dieing. I'm smiling for you on the outside. Inside I have no place left to hide. You've walked away and now you'll watch me while I bleed, but, where were you when I was broken down on my knees? I'm begging mercy for my sins. You're building up walls that I'm too unhealthy to be let in.
 I'm so alone. Left up here in my mind laying prone. Face down. Need I remind? All of these second glances with no second chances. I'll learn to fly solo. I'm so low. Do you turn your back? Why was I not prepared for this? How is it that I never saw this coming when I'm the one who wrote the script?
 I'm still just touching. Feeling. Blindly holding on to nothing while inside I'm dieing. Still smiling for you on the outside. Inside the white flags are flying high. You've walked away and now you watch on while I bleed, but, where are you now that I'm broken down on my knees? I beg forgiveness for my sins!
 And then there was a peace. A calming of the storm. And then there was no one but you. And if you leave me now...then I'm left with nothing. It would be a lot easier to break this death grip if what I was clinging on to was truly nothing. I'm still begging mercy for my sins and you're still building up walls that I am too unhealthy to be let in.




ASCAP/ A Little To No Talent