I can’t leave you in these trenches alone.
Shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek as one we shall be.
Resemblance of me when I was who I use to be.
Identity crisis that I can’t seem to identify with.
In a empty dark room with busted lights I plastered pictures of us on the walls.
I passed out cold in that empty dark room, before I knew it the yellow beams from the sun broke through to wake me.
As I wiped my eyes and stretched to finally see what was plastered everywhere it was only I in every picture I guess the new me went missing. -HonestlyFrank