Past

I really don't know.
Or maybe I do care less?
Leave me laying here,
to reassemble the pieces
scattered along the way.
I line up precious memories
to prevent my onward decay

You say, you say
it was a mistake
to depend on me.

We're not the same.
And while you leave
I remain in shame.
And while you flee
I sit back in bliss,
immersed in my thoughts.
I could care less and less.

My hands are sore,
all I want is in the past.
I can't imagine anymore,
but happily stuck in this place.
Fine woven tapestries
to kneel down on,
threads of pictures, memories

You say, you say
I'm ever so mistaken.
I'm far beyond repair.

We're not the same.
And while you run,
I remain in shame.
And while you flee
I just sit back in bliss,
to live my life in dreams.
I surely care less and less.