The Last Call

How, when you made it so clear,

is it so hard to not fear

the simple fact you're not here?

I grasp for air and reach out—

but again, you are not there.

How do I go on

when I had you for what felt like so long?

I'm trying to move on,

but my heart just won't go along.

It cries out for you,

though it died for you, too.

Why can't I let go

when I know deep down in my soul

the whole time you were wanting to fold?

You only held on

just to watch as I wandered on,

seeing how long you could make me bleed.

I would have died for you,

even when I knew it wasn't true,

for you made my heart lie to me, too,

saying it was all so real.

From day to day, I prayed

you would love me someday,

that I would be like home to you.

Instead, it was never meant to be.

My heart, in the end, would never mend.

I was the joke, the lost hope unspoke—

because you were on dope

and saw me hanging by a rope.

I was an easy target, one you hardly knew,

but still a joke to more than a few.

I thought we grew, but everyone knew

you were just trailing me behind,

waiting for me to finally unwind

before you left me.

I was devastated as I saw everything in between,

my world began to lean, finally seeing the unseen.

How could I not see

you were never down like me?

I look around and find myself slowly drowning,

with no one left around me.

With everything gone,

you think I'd be able to move on.

But all I see are the words you left with me.

I know now that when I said I'd die for you,

that meant a whole new meaning.

So, with this last call, forgive me

as I let go.

I had to let go,

and show you

how far a joke could go.