Suffering

Lonely is he, such a dispicable me

I blame me, for misery, mentally and physically

I don't see, why, it couldn't just be, you and me

I don't sleep, yet I dream of turning my I's into WE's

but honestly if you told me,

that you were glad, glad to be

without a need, a need of me,

then I'd agree, happily

its sad to see us grow apart but i'd agree, happily

. . .But I'd be suffering. . .

See its an honer to be, the one that had, set you free

and let you fly, sky high, maxwell, pretty wings

no its not, everything, but trust me its some things

like your happiness that mean something, to me

. . .but I'm suffering. . .

Suffering. . .

Suffering. . .

I'm suffering. . .