Like a tiger that only wants to eat you
And you would stop it if it weren’t already through
Digesting, investing your soul in one that wants only to kill you
What are you supposed to do when she’s gone and so are you?
Like a stone that has somehow lost its place
And you would kick it back if you didn’t have to break pace
Stuck, silent, watching everyone continue in this one horse race
Life takes a backward step and you wonder why this is the case
Like a penny that you saw flat on the ground
And you would pick it up if it were a heads up one you found
Tails, stale, wishing it was more than one, and something profound
What are you supposed to do when she’s gone and you’re not around?
Like a fallen leaf that moves in the passing breeze
And you go out of your way to crunch it because you can with ease
Broken, shattered into a lifeless dust that you can’t help but tease
Disappear into the wind and don’t say anything but a desperate “…please…”
Like a fallen angel that doesn’t even know your name
And you would go talk to them if you thought they felt the same
Quiet, doubtful, watching your fire die to a single flame
What are you supposed to do when the picture you took slips out of its frame?
Like a storm with thunder but you never see the lightning
And you would stop to question if the sound weren’t so frightening
Pouring, abhorring, and you can start to feel your chest tightening
You might as well be dying, and this is supposed to be enlightening?
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