Soundwave Superior (S/MB)

*95*

I know your hurt,
The grounds unknown.
Your walls getting higher,
Breaking makes it harder.

I am here. Always,
Yet I feel useless.
My being nonexistent,
Or just an illusory thing.

I am here reaching,
The gate of your walls.
Let me heal those wounds,
Of your heart throbing.

I am here waiting,
For you to need me.
And it breaks me apart,
'Cause you don't need me at all...