Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.
At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.
Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.
His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.
Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.