So heavy a burden, so light a load. You carried a lantern, went out for a smoke. You carried your cancer and died there alone. I'm just one of so many to carry you home.
Did I care enough? Disappointed, left out. An oxymoron to keep your interest. I've never been so invested in this.
Your trembling hands put up your dark hair, as he whispers sweet things straight into the air. You walked by his office, he just stopped and stared. If you were the last one how do you think he fared?
Your pain is my pain; splattering paint, colorful lines. Undressing your disdain, you know I care, you can take mine.
Yeah, maybe you're right. You can't be alright.