I chose me, I’m sorry.
The words of Kendrick Lamar,
I don’t really hear them,
Cause my thoughts are a far.
Kendricks words are echoing in my brain,
But I can only think
You chose you, I’m sorry.
As I gaze at you, feeling your pain.
I am sorry that you chose you,
As it means that you chose no one else
When there is only room for you,
We can’t do much else.
I can only stand on the sideline,
Watching it all unfold,
Not asking how you are doing,
As so I have been told.
It’s hard to accept the destruction,
It’s not just hard to watch,
How do people cope with this,
When they love her so much.
You stand there, made up your mind,
My thoughts twisted and turned,
No matter what I do,
Either way I’ll get burned.
I just want to help you, make things easier,
But I can’t ask you how you feel,
So I just stand here in a corner,
I can’t ask you how to deal.
There is no solution to this,
The only way is to let you be,
Give you some space,
And hope soon you’ll feel free.
Free enough to let people in,
Not because they’d feel better,
Not to take the pain away,
But to just sit there next to you,
And show you you are loved.