What meaning do you drive,
From these worthless words of mine?
My timing is flawed and my step’s off balance,
Can you help me see the kindness behind this malice?
I’m not writing apologies, nor goodbyes,
I’m just preparing for the letdown that follows each try.
Each shooting star, that was never there,
Was another wasted wish, that you would care.
Under these covers I become okay,
The meaninglessness of life seems to float away.
Could you explain the actions I must take,
To make this heart of mine, un-break?