I R R E L E V A N T

"Write"

The rings of opening a door
I see faces come and go
My pages of writings now on the floor
As I lay in bed now unsure
of what may come after I go home

My family makes my mind blur
They somehow despise seeing me flourish
I pick up pen after pen in hopes of a word
But all that comes out is a dying wish
A wish that I once heard
leaving your soft lips

Now, how am I supposed to live my dream
When all I'm dreaming off is being your wife
How can I overcome what I fear
When I'm looking everywhere for a sign of life
Now everyone around me leaves
And never comes back until they lose sight of light