And I misunderstood the morse code
Am I going to die?
I feel a slight weight is lifted
From my bones
And I go on fighting
With a mild inconvenience
That makes things so melodramatic?
I have a
With a smile on my face
And a tear in my eye
And there is something so shameful
About being thrown away
Like a piece of waste paper
Sick and forlorn
Don't read the words you wrote on
I'd hate to make you feel sincere