This isn't about young economy grade love,
Or fires of melodramatic pain.
Its about realization, here right now,
That you were only ever a grey thought.
My "you" held me through many nights alone,
Although reality never knew a drop.
Freckled down under tan skin is ignorance,
Not reality or a soft spoken wielder of words.
Im not sure where I am supposed to go,
But Ill give the fact that I have an idea.
I’ve just begun to gratefully the truth see,
That this is the end if I want it to be.