Going..

Where are you heading?

Is it gonna make you happier?

The cancer is spreading

And your stubbornness is the barrier.

How to make you realize, I’m just trying to give you a hand.

But instead you look at me as if I was holding the gun.

So now I’m just breaking my head,

Struggling to find a way to make you understand.

Asking myself, “Why are you putting me through this?

What did I ever do to push you this far?”

All I’m left with now is to reminisce,

To watch you fade, to drift even further than a star.