It's gotten to that point.
Every second I'm thinking of you and what you are...

You only do this for you.
Not thinking about me...

Pushed up against bark,
The leaves blown in the wind gust...

Even though the sun
Shines down on me this day...

I'm jealous,
Of the way you smile...

It doesn't matter if the door is open,
And that window too, for those fumes flow...

Mysterious, this
One being, are you that leaf...

My heart torn,
From your most recent poem...

They said, holding on to this narrow ledge, slowly...
Too much weight on my shoulders to keep up...

Lonely boy, why do you cry? The end is nigh.
Lonely boy, why do you pray...

Ajoined, once more.
We dance upon this rooftop...

Lonely, is how I feel when I'm you're not here.
Unfortunately I know you don't feel the same...