Forget to Remember

Death's Poet

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say to comfort you. I don't know what to say to make you smile. When I talk to you I feel useless and when I don't talk to you, I feel even more useless. I can't win with you. Like first, I couldn't have you. Second, I couldn't even be around you or talk to you without you wanting to choke me to death. Third, I gave you my heart and you gave it back. I can't ever think of the words to say, and I sit here and I wing it, and I try to pretend I'm life's poet, but how can i sing a song I don't know the words to? Why would I say, Stop and smell the roses!" when the roses have all died? Why would I push for a chance I never had, that never existed? Why would I try to find happiness where smiles don't exist and laughter is extinct? I can't be lifes poet if I'm too damn close to death. I can't play the cards that aren't in the deck and I've tried for far too long. I just don't know what to say, because I'm a hopeless romantic with broken dreams and a chipped and faded yellow brick road. I've got no words to say because my dictionary is all empty, and now I'm shit out of luck. I don't know what to say. I just dont know.