I'm feeling so afraid.
Cause everything that I do lately makes you angry. I've
never been so ashamed. It really felt like you and me were
getting better. I hope that you still want me. I hope
it's not too late. Don't walk away. And leave without
a reason. When there's too much to say that hasn't
been said. I know I was wrong and I'm sorry for making
the same mistakes. Don't walk away. Can you really throw
away all the times that we've recovered one another? And
I know I make it hard. How long should I pay for being
unappealing? I know you wouldn’t want me. I see it in
your eyes.
Don't Walk Away.
And leave without a reason.
When there's too much to say that
hasn't been said. Wish I could take it back. But you know
I can't. I hope one day you'll understand. No, this
can't be the end. This is the end. It felt like you and
me were getting better.
I saw a man on the street. Would you notice if he
was gone the next day?
Another girl passes by, barely fifteen, with a baby on the
way.
In the paper today, there was high school shooting just like
those before.
When he pulled into work, they said, "Pack your things,
your job's gone."
She was watching the news, there was an attack leaving
hundreds more dead.
Got a call from the bank, they are overdrawn with more
bills to pay.
Do you see their pain?
Can you hear their cries?
Or
is
it
too late?
-The Letter Black
(c) Passerby