slowly and slowly, I am losing my mind I don't know what I hope to find — both me and you know where this goes I cry, and you try, and time brings midnight for us to sit and think, of all we have done just the three am hour, our bodies out of power I breathe, in agony — nothing makes sense but you sleep, peacefully, and the dread of the rushing hour, chooses only to tower me and not you, for you will still pull through but me? No, I probably won't — I don't know; where I am, what I must do, what is false, and what is true. I don't know me. And love is sweet but it's meant for those who are not me I may not understand at all where I stand but I know what I'm not and I know what you are though the thought of me, and you, swirls deep but it's true — I am losing my mind and I am losing my sight, so it's just best for you to be free and get to breathe the air that I suck, away with me.
