I'm concerned about you because you've been too you-know-exactly-how some time from now and we're all trying to look away and pretend that you are ok and that you know what you're doing because yo're damn too smart for your own good and you'll sort it out at the end haha nervous laughter sipping my coffee while tapping my foot rapidly.
I'm concerned about you habits, your behavior and how much on the line you put yourself some times. I can see you over there, hiding behind your façade and it's really only fooling fools.
I certainly don't approve of many things you do and you are aware I never had but it's getting out of line. You're working around a place I cannot reach you to and I'm scared of losing you behind it. It seems as if you were building a chain link fence while I was asleep and now there's no crossing it. But I see you on the other side and you seem just as worried.
I don't ever mean to be the voice of reason and never would I consider myself to be but you remind me of certain someone that you know very well you didn't want to become.
And I'm trying to be here and wave a handkerchief and light up my lighthouse and show you that here's a shore. You just don't seem to want me there. And I wish you were to be honest.
I also wish you would be happy doing all this that you are doing, but your eyes tell otherwise.
