I Will Not Be There
This is a story, my story of broken glory
It isn't very pretty, it's honestly quite the contrary
So buckle up.
This may be slow right now but trust me
It hit 100 miles an hour before it started
Because now, you don't know me.
I am sad to say this but if I make my tapes
Yours will be the first and the last one I make
I had a hunch that this could be more
But I also suspected hidden hell and thorns
We had two or three years
Nothing I'll ever forget
Then one day it slowed, stopped.
Time froze. Reset.
I laid in my bed thinking of my life
Of what I'd done, how I screwed it up
Little did I know, it was you who fucked up.
Time passed and I came back to you
Back to the same hell, but the thorns?
They grew.
This time they weren't just toxic, but also deceiving
Like this time you're stuck in my mind forever
Never leaving.
It wasn't romantic, even though I tried.
We were only best friends, it's not like you lied
Or did you?
Did you ever look at me the way I did at you?
Did you ever feel how it felt when to the ground, my love you threw?
Did you ever breakdown in tears after school because you realized
The one person who possibly knew you better than any other
Decided that she would leave you.
It was then I realized my months of trying were just a waste of time.
It was then I realized I was on my own.
I didn't have a best friend now
At least, not in the way you were.
And so, while I endured the hardest trial I had ever known
While I fought for my life, constantly being overthrown
You left me.
I layed on the cold stone, while it was simultaneously
Raining and flames were falling
Down on my back, scorching and scarring what I had fought to protect
For you I gave up everything I had kept
And then you were the one who took all I had left.
To you, this story was written
I've tried to get over you, let you with him
But how could I ever forget years spent
Getting to know someone like we have years left?
You can't.
So here I am.
I will continue to fight, I will live on.
But just know that when you have nobody,
When the fire is consuming you so greatly
That your hair begins to fray and your bones begin to crack
You can call out for help and scream my name.
But when I am the last one who could help protect
What remains of your broken spirit...
I will not be there.
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