Tomorrow can you be my friend? And tell me that it will last forever in the battle that defines our end.. What is loss? What is the meaning if you never win?
A bleeding from a steel so strong.. And maybe I can mend a wish for you. Tomorrow can I be your friend? Like something we can hold on to in a fear that only guides our hands… But something that we’ll both live through.
I’m holding..holding on to the bitter sides. Holding on because ..I don’t know why, but I’m trying.. To think of more than just my faults. I’m going back to who I was when it meant.. It didn’t matter who I was.
If you’re scared I’d like to hide my eyes.. That way there’s no surprise when we fail. Because I’ve fought and brought this to life.. Knowing nowhere did it seem like some one cared
And I’ve cried my eyes out to look back on my life with despair.. And I curse all my thoughts. But if I don’t push this life to the limit.. I’m lost!
No.. It does not end there!
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I will be your friend. Till the end. No judgments. If I could have a friend like that it would be the best thing ever.
bee you tih ful
it just got real.