So that’s it?
They just sold me a dream?
The books, all those books I read on all those window seats
All those books I read by torchlight beneath my covers
All those books I read sat on the stairs
They told me the same thing
All those books
That one day, one day I wouldn’t be so alone
That one day, I would find all these people
People that were pieces of me
People that were mirrors of me
People that would give me wings
Because I would see their wings too
People that would be life
Complete life
That was the dream
People that would make me whole
Yet now, now all I do is lose pieces of me
Pieces of me fall away
I’m not a complete life
Just pieces
Pieces waiting to fall away