Curve The Edges
The apple of my eye won't fall too far from its tree, and not to sound too cliche, but for the life of me i...can't hide, this fight, between two halves of my mind..after all this time.
Well curve the edges and dot the i's
Well cross the "t"s and say goodbye
'cause you had me, for all that i was and now i'm gone.
You left me all alone
Dim the lights down and, and close the mirror 'cause there's something that i think you should hear, i'll read you these lines while we're alone.
Your name was the final words of.....this ending poem