My personal space
All made up of what i should be and forgot what I can be
It’s all just hanging there, but no part of my goals anymore
So we encourage, but we neglect and it seems fine
Someone say it's not
But no-one does
We try our best at what we can do, but lose
lose all ambition of what we should do
Maybe we should just leave it or
maybe we should try more than this
Because this is made out of what surrounds you
For all is not visible but present
and the present itself has lost all ambition too
So we care and we try to understand
but you refuse to compromise, assuming it's right
Your words slightly stab and you don't care
We move on and you are not forgotten
Maybe we can figure this out?
The thought itself is just for now
Tomorrow you will still be the same
Your silent consequence is hidden by your shame
The cry for help is over and done
I will move on without your help
and without their love
Because this is who I am and I tried
tried to be better
Maybe your help will come when i have left this life
and this world has withered
I will not look for you
You would have to find me in the ruins
the ruins that is made up by my life
You will fall into place
Into my equation
I will not look for you
and you will not look for me
Yet you will find me
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