Forget About The Sunshine When It's Gone

So close to love,

Feels like it was meant to be.


I take comfort in my cell,
with echoes bashing into me from all sides.

Echoes of what happiness might be,
Echoes of what I'm missing,
Echoes of what's wrong.


My straight-jacket infuriates me,
But what is it made of?


You're standing just outside my window.
Just say the words and I'll run away with you.
Just say the words and I'll give you everything I have.


Is it a cell that I'm in? Or is it my bedroom? Is it this classroom?
Is it me?








What's the point in dreaming if it can't come true.