as I lay here on my bedroom floor.
And yet my life hasn't passed as undetected
as I had once thought before.
And I'm just a replacement,
as I look at you now.
Just a filler line in that statement
that you had once already found.
But it turns out I'm still living
when for so long I swore I was dead.
Because somethings finally giving,
despite everything I had said.
And because I want to be loved,
as I stand there at the door.
And I find myself shoved,
into a world I have long been searching for.
And I just want to stay,
to be a part of your life now.
Please tell me if I may.
Can I find a way somehow?