NinetyFive

Please, please please.
Come back and sing to me, to me, to me.
Come on and sing it now, now.


It's all gone.
I don't know where I am and I'm cold.
The skin on my arms is pale underneath this light.
And all I want to do is tell you everything I know.
But I don't think you care.
I don't think you're even here.
Wait, is it even You?

If you didn't want to know then you could have just said.
That would have been easier.
I'm not the same. And you didn't want to know.
It's quite easy to understand.
Why lie.
Your white ones are even blacker that you think.

You don't know me.
But I don't know you either.





Not anymore.