You're no good at this? neither am i,
rarely a girl has me at hi,
even rarer it's hey with a few extra y's,
rarer still that i'll ever bother to try,
yet you let it die, it lives on in me not by choice,
for some unknown reason i still hear her voice,
still live off past words, and off past happiness,
more of her smiles, less of her undressed,
i tried my best, with all my might,
up until the end when i didn't even fight,
just let you choose quick, cause hoping and waiting,
was beginning to become a bit devastating,
i barely stuttered out a goodbye, just an okay,
you're my conscious, so i follow whatever you say,
plus i was blind, your sight wasn't fazed,
by the feelings we had in much warmer days.