I can’t wait for the sun to set on you.

All things my acquaintances said, this time are true.

It’s always been a passionate thing to do.

But I’m not 17 anymore, it’s become a chore.

Write on your own, you can’t.

I’d rather end it now instead.

Write on your own, you can’t.

I’d rather end it now instead of going on and on and on and on and on and on.

Another day spent praying but thing don’t change.

Swaddled airless, this ruse.

Write on your own, you can’t.

I’d rather end it now instead.

Write on your own, you can’t.

I’d rather end it now instead of going on and on and on and on and on and on.