I can’t let you go.
All of my innocence will leave when I do
All of my fantasies and made up dreams
Will disappear, when you are emptied from me
The child inside of me will turn into piles of wrinkles
And stone cold concrete that created this city
And that childhood story,
The one you wrote for me…
Will be but a lost.
Just like me.
Just like I am to you.
There is no phase that I am going through
No depression, or bad day, or infection
No black out, breakdown, or impression
It’s just who I am
This is who I am