I'm holding my tears trying not to cry
Facing my fear of being the bad guy
Am I? Am I the reason she said goodbye?
Am I the reason that every night I die?
A nightmare for every night’s dream
A writer’s block when you walked away
Sunshine hits me and I start to scream
A writer’s fountain but it’s all astray
I feel nostalgic when I remember those times of gold
But now even June feels so freaking cold
I look at the sky and remember those days
I look around and feel like I'm trapped in a maze
Copyright © Heath Gebreek | Year Posted 2018
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