I could change your darkness to my light.
I’m not sure if I love you, with the same vapid way I used to. Or if I’m learning to not like you all together. I don’t like what I hear about you. Nothing matters but success in life, but in trying to find that, you’ve completely lost it all. You aren’t happy. You’re like a serious, tired, decrepid old man. And you’re nothing but a boy. You used to let it go, or when you were with me, you let it go. Why can’t you just be. Why does everyone and everything have to prove to you some type of holy alliance for you to give it the time of day. Those people you do love, they’re just like everybody else, they’re just like me. You only let them in because they’ve proven something to you in the past. There are others out there that can do the same thing. You almost let me in. It was so close, then you stopped. I usually don’t stay hung up on something anyone does or says. but you’re the only one I want to save. I could make you happy. The problem is, I know I could. Maybe you know that, maybe you don’t.
Why do you have to be so impenetrable?
