Trying too Hard to Be a Lost Boy

I don't know where the fuck I'm going,
but it's where I want to be.
I don't care where I end up,
as long as you aren't next to me.

We've had a good,
long,
run.
Big plans and dreams, full of fun.
We could have ruled this world
and maybe, a few others.
But right now, in this life
This is good-bye.

I'll soon forget the colour of your
Bright. Green. Eyes.
and I know sooner,
you'll forget
Mine.

I use to stare at you
like a painting in outer space.
The only one, the original.
So beautiful.

I love this so damn much, but I am not sure why.
Well maybe it's because I'm blind.
I feel stupid.
Full of aggression.
I feel angry.
Full of hatred.

I'm just so tired,
of thinking of you.
I'm done wishing,
we would be threw.

Soon I'll forget the colour of your
Bright. Green. Eyes.
and I know sooner,
you'll forget
Mine.
There's a bunch of shit,
I wish I never said.
And a whole bunch more,
That I wish I did.
Every day.

Every fucking day.
I'm trying hard to keep in what I think.

You never listened to any words,
any way.
And it is slowly killing me.
I carry all of these things inside.
For no one, to find.

So far my mind hasn't slipped.
So far your still a dick.
I recommend
a good nights rest, with a side a bullet to your head.

And hopefully,
I'll forget the colour of your bright green eyes.
But I know sooner,
you'll
forget mine.

I'm not lost
To be lost.
Simply running
Running it off.
I don't know where I'm going.
But it's where I want to be.
I don't care where I end up.
As long as.
You,
aren't next to me.