A BIT OF HOPE.

 You wait for a silence I wait for a word, lying next to your frame girl unobserved. You change your position, you're changing me. Casting these shadows, where they shouldn't be.

We're interrupted by the heat of the sun, trying to prevent what's already begun, you're just a body,I can smell your skin and when I feel it, you're wearing thin.

But I've got a plan: Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say? Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end, only it's too hard to ask...
Won't you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa it's all broken springs, this isn't the place for those violin strings. I try out a smile and I aim it at you. You must have missed it, you always do.

But I've got a plan: Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say? Cause I'd rather pretend, I'll still be there at the end. Only it's too hard to ask...
Won't you try to help me?

Remember me. You must to read all notes that I wrote for you, and after that, think of this...