If you loved me so, why did you let me go?
If I was a person you wanted - why is my heart haunted by the ghost of what you prompted?
It's a hard battle, and I'm in hell. It's a feeling I've come to know all to well. We planted seeds and let them die.
We rooted for a love, knowing it could leave us blind.
Blind to ourselves and everyone else. We stashed our love away on a dusty, shelf.
If you go to Daulphin Island - pick up a shell,
and
listen
well.
You'll hear my voice in the other realm.
"Don't leave me.", I cried.
You walked away, and forgot your love from your right.
Go outside tonight, stare at the moonlight, and question why.
Question why I cried.
Hold yourself accountable, and so will I.
