Rooftop confessions
Tell me what to say
The words don’t measure up anyway . . .

I’ve been here thinking to myself.
Trying to block the words of everyone else
But it’s a struggle only time will tell.
Say you’re really handling it,
Though not that well.

Up on the rooftop no one can see
It’s just the world spread in front of me
And for a moment every thing is right
Seeing shadows cast by the fading light.

Rooftop confessions
I know what to say
But the words don’t come out anyway. . .


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