Sometimes I think, why can’t I be enough for you?
Why do you have to die if I am here for you?
Why can’t I be everything you need and more.
Do yo I need someone to talk to?
I can listen.
But it’s not the same I guess,
I guess each person has to make their own choices....and this is yours.
No matter how much I dislike your options
and wish you had chosen better ones.
I'm trying to be there for you,
I want to be there for you.
How can I be there for you when I've already exhausted all of my tears.
The tears in my wells have run dry long ago,
and I keep trying to make attempts,
but it’s just not and will never be the same.