Withering Away
You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Home the one place I do not belong
As spoken in first person
Sometimes life just is not worth the cursing
Infants, we casualties of less nursing
From this very instance, situation worsens
Walking in shadows
Follow this mysterious league of adults
Swallow my tears, but I cannot handle yours
For I fear you may dismantle
Losing whom you truly adore
Purchase your freedom
But how much scrutiny can you afford
Gripping my throat, losing my edge
Slipping as a goat, choosing my pledge
Scandals out weigh my sledge
As it appears, I’m still breathing
Sincerely in days, I will be leaving
Only hours foreshadow my doom
Dreams no longer linger
As my nightmares loom
This darkened rose withers so soon
You’re going to miss me
When I’m gone
Outcast, an unknown
Home, the one place I do not belong
You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
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