I’m dead to myself now.
You asked me to promise you one thing,
That I will take care of myself.
How can I?
I’m dead to me.
I had so many dreams.
I wanted to run off with you,
Live a life abroad,
That’s what it was, a dream.
How can someone like me ever hope to find a place in the heart of someone like you?
You, who is so perfect.
You don’t even know it.
Perhaps that’s part of the charm.
How can I love you?
What can I offer you, when I have nothing left?
I don’t know how to fight this.
One step at a time, you said.
But how can I?
My limbs won’t go.
I can feel it, always walking in place.
I’ve walked miles and miles but I’m not any closer.
“What am I gonna do with you,” you say. “What am I gonna do?”
– Shammy 3/12/12 3:38am