Cutting all the Ropes by screamingmechanical, literature
Literature
Cutting all the Ropes
Don't tell me I am no one.
Don't tell me I am wrong.
Because in the morning,when you have fallen,
Don't ask me to come help.
When I am far above you,
Don't tell me you were there.
You say that you were my friend,
But you have been a different kind.
You told me I had nothing.
You told me I was wrong.
Suddenly, my hope began to fade,
As you became every one of my fears...
Why did you make me fall,
so far behind?