Never Again

Stood on the phone with you when you were scared at night...
I'd do anything in hopes to lessen your fright...
I spent years trying to understand if it was right...
But by the time I came around you were no where in sight.

Damn its fucked up but something im prepared to deal with..
I wish i could say i understand, but i dont, well maybe just a little bit.

The truth is the memories got me fading slowly..
get to reminiscing when im feelin lonely..
put a smile on my face but these people dont really know me.

I keep on writing and writing..
hoping one day this notepad does some providing..
Im hiding confiding in myself..
didnt make it to confession..but know God understands and long as I learn my lesson..
another worry or weight dont mean shit when your stressin...
people go to sleep and wake to a recession..
Im up....tired as fuck...plotting out my progression.