To the parent's i have,
From the kid they didn't need.
From Almost a disaster ,
And always a mystery indeed.
With his words and words alone.
The one who only asked when in need.
In the middle of the gardens ,
With a self plucked rose on his hand.
Never spoke, never mentioned a word of him,
Never thought of his capabilities in the thing one can't think.
Hear her calling my name,
The name they forgot.
Like a fool with a question mark in existence. Oh lord!
A question i resist myself from "WHY DO I EVEN EXIST?"
To the reward of which they don't really think of it.
And outside of the loop i sit and wait for them to call me,
To the sound of which my ears are desperate to feel.
Hope he smiled at me,
Maybe he saw me smile at him too.
But am i the only one to see,
Or maybe Out of love can they be?
I said im sick, from the cold on my thin skin,
But i was sick in delirium of him.
I felt it, or i might've,
From when i couldn't think or see out of film.
"Am i included?" Maybe yes if i weren't me,
Maybe if I weren't me,
Maybe if I weren't me.
