Sitting at the bottom with you. Feeling like a freak. I need the sun to shine upon your face, I need you to be true. Clouds are what you are. Changing all the time, changing your shape, your colours, and when I reach out there’s nothing there.
Grow up, I’ve been telling you to grow up.
I’m tired of clasping your hand in mine, being there every time. Your lips don’t move, your eyes don’t speak. Days are passing us by. The world is spinning out my time.