The Ending
You’ve asked me before,
was this goodbye?
Honestly I didn’t know how to respond,
so I told you no.
But I’m waiting to die,
I’m ready for the greatest mystery.
I don’t want this anymore,
I constantly ask myself “why?”.
At one point in time we had a bond,
But Now that it’s gone, I’m ready to go.
I cannot cry,
I’m looking forward only for me.
I’ve fought this war,
I’ve heard my thoughts lie.
I feel as if I’ve been conned,
But that’s all I really know.
With a heavy sigh,
I’m willing to end a misery.
I feel so sore,
Like I’ve been dropped from on high.
A sorrowful existence on dawn,
I’ve hit my all time low.
I’m over feeling shy,
I’m over all the anxiety.
Please, I just want to leave.
Please, I don’t know what to believe.
Please, all the tales we could weave.
Please, that’s the ending of Steve.
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