The picture of what you foresaw
I think isn’t what you see
What you thought you needed
Seems a bit blurry, doesn’t it, baby?
None of those pretty faces fill your soul
And the faces which you wish could improve
Inspire nothing physically
Woe is me
You still waver between curiosity and apathy
You are looking for a way out, or a way in
I would open my arms to you
If I did not fear what it would do to me
Haven’t you done enough already?
You’re a part of the reason for this state I’m in
I’m lost; I hope to find my way through
I pushed myself down to cement the distance of the reach
You won’t get to me, and I have to forget you.                                                                                                             ~Rejcel