worn out pride, long gone mendings
I'm somewhere over the edge of the cliff
waiting for you to tap my shoulder
and pull me in your arms
thunder words, bitter silent talks
all I replay is our budding days
our friendship, now a crumbling castle
I'm still sitting on the throne
denying to let us meet our end
adamant that If I wait enough
you'll walk in through the deserted pathway
I'll rather crush under this walls
than leave you all alone to hanging swords
but I'm scared I'm no better than others
So I don't call your name out
All I do is hurt you it seems
my negligent playfulness splinters your skin
I'm sorry, baby
All I see is you and your dog
you and your poems
you and me
Call me, and fix this
Please