54.

I wonder why the World still turns when all I have
Is charred skin and cigarette burns.
All I know is that oh baby it skirts on pain
Yet the more I'm away from you is the more it hurts.
I wonder why the truth came to die
And yet you decided that my contact with you would be fine?

I dream of all the plans we made
I envisioned a romantic cascade...
Why drift away
When you can fade?

It makes no sense as to the profanity of the way it seems
That all of our worries were wrapped up in cotton wool dreams
Ready to be protected from all the World
And my self-absorbing self.
Just give me half a chance to be the man I wanna be.
Let me be your unfinished sympathy...

I dream of all the plans we made
I envisioned a romantic cascade...
Why drift away
When you can fade?