These pages will be here when i'm gone,
as i slowly blow away to some sad song,
the words you said and texted linger on,
can't figure out what point you put your stinger on,
sometimes dust can clog up temporarily,
sometimes it stays, that's a rarity,
more rare is when it's over, still time,
to think of her, why must she be so fine?
no more cancer, still i'm alone,
no more dancer, she is smart, she's gone,
cause to be with someone like me
who easily feels like falling apart at the seams,
that's a waste for someone as good as you,
you'll find someone better, it's true,
maybe you already have, it'll happen soon if not,
cause no one can be single for long with what you've got.