The confidence that you portray,
It turns to grey it pulls me down, The picture perfect painting fades, My doubt holds my heart to the ground, It doesn’t matter what I say.
I found a letter that night, I wrote it in my sleep, I can still feel you here beside me, it read Dear if you’re reading this, Dear if you’re reading.
You stand over me as I sleep, Your hands cover my eyes so that I cannot see your eyes, You’ll be there when I wake up the snow it surrounds me. I can’t wake up and you’re here, Your hands cover my mouth so that I cannot breathe, Your breath is the cold that I feel in the air, You’re the seasons the reason that I’ve lost all feeling this year.
I wish that I’d wished you away.