I'll be better, I'll be okay.
I saw the signs first when I crossed the threshold
then I took a breath of air,
smelled the wind then salt from your wounds.
Healed you and held you up.
We wielded the chains of promises with our best
and right between our houses
no line of walls or trees and fences.
Since no one intervened,
and our families were friends, could not been better,
our days have only begun
so I was hoping life would dare not step in.
Yet she did. And broke me.
Cause I was trying to make it till the end.
You almost gave up on us
and I almost drove the car off the cliff.
Friends moved to distant lands,
where the grass is always greener; skies are clearer.
My knees are a crumbling marble,
days of gloom in my room because I miss where we were.
Past the curses and cries,
I bore a skill of rejecting anything that seems unreal.
By the time I said goodbye,
I was coming back to where I should be.
Yet the town was not anymore
a home for the two of us where we belong.
A garnet on your finger,
the gleam on your face, as you strode along.
His arms on your side,
the twinkle, in your never-shed-a-tear face.
I'll be better. I'll be okay.
I thought so, "Sometimes life is just not fair."
And so.
