I stroll around
my deathbed,
too often.
White sheets wrapped
around the
broken
bed’s base and
cotton pillows placed
under the heaven,
Where they’ll
......
Holding out my hand in the dark,
Always reaching for what's not there.
Knowing I'm alone, pretending It's not true
Waiting for you
Laughing through my tears,
Pretending the pain isn't there.
Knowing I'm dying, pretending it isn't true
Waiting for you
......
I stroll around
my deathbed,
too often.
White sheets wrapped
around the
broken
bed’s base and
cotton pillows placed
under the heaven,
Where they’ll
......
Holding out my hand in the dark,
Always reaching for what's not there.
Knowing I'm alone, pretending It's not true
Waiting for you
Laughing through my tears,
Pretending the pain isn't there.
Knowing I'm dying, pretending it isn't true
Waiting for you
......