who is me and what are we?
who are you?
i never knew
after last night i never will
you are gone from me and what was we
what it was is tried and through
things you know i feel in still
things once budding, will never grow
Perhaps after all of this, maybe just maybe I will quit letting you in. Maybe after this I will stay gone. This tattoo on my chest is here to stay, but from here on out I will head my own way.