Losing you,
is like losing everything that is true,
it's waking up at two,
wondering what I'm trying to prove,
as the gap grows,
and the pain slowly shows.
Where did we go?
What happened to our hold?

It's because of me,
that's why everyone will leave,
I can never achieve,
what you want me to be.
I'm not good enough to keep,
I just tend to make you weep,
and hurt you so very deep,
this guilt is making me weak...

I feel like Atlas,
though the weight of the world is instead on my chest,
my heart cannot rest,
when it is you that I miss.

Strange how sorrow
empties and encompasses me,
forgetting that our friendship was futile,
destined for death from it's very development.