Hey, im on the other side.

Throwing roses into the damp,
Defying gravity, purging into self,
No, it’s not what I want.

Trying to be in the core when you know it’s not your place,
Doing something you abhorrence fake smiles,
Your standing, floating, breathing to somewhere you’re not sure of,
No, it’s not what I want.

Shivering cold, dead memories,
Realize to the time you can’t get,
Trading you’re precious for spaces,
Unrealized, you have nothing.
No, it’s not what I want.

Place me somewhere I can’t see,
I won’t be, I can’t be,
For what you want me to be, is something I can’t become,
For what I’ve become, is something I can't foresee.