Paroles de Singe Ii

It's like a dagger waiting to fall - Missed messages. Unsure of what I fear - I fear you. But I fear myself more; mixed signals delude this solemn goodbye. This friendship betrays a common instinct, balancing on a thread either way. To - Topple - the threat of community To - Base - This goodbye in good intentions. Keeping touch with false smiles Thinking we are above and ok. I Am NOT-OK- and not bitter, just sure that I can't go back but I CAN- leave.