I want you to see me,

But I never show up in your mirror,

You left me to worry—

Didn’t make my thoughts much clearer

We should be closer,

But you’re further than ever,

And I suppose Ive died since then,

If you couldn’t feel the chill in the air.

Empty promises,

A bullet to my blood,

I love you dearly,

but you’re pissing me off,

You meet me at my grave

And forget my soul in decay,

The one you sworn to explore,

Before needing to use a ouijia board.

Can you really see me?

Do you really believe in me?

If I believed your reassurance,

I’d quit asking myself these.