I can just see you from here.
Finally reached that distance.
The sun is going down,
your silhouette is sinking.
And with it, my hopes
of pulling back together the only life I know.
Down the drain,
a million broken bottles' worth of dreams I've made.
Remember what you said:
a sheep in wolf's clothing,
bruised from falling down.
But, "hide your pain, it's shameful."
Ego intact,
but so tactless.
I hear just my voice
and I feel like I am cursed to die alone.
Alone.
Won't think about this day,
because every time I do, I know I'll hear you say
that you told me so,
and my heart will break again and my wool will show.