It’s hard to figure out where you fit in someone’s life.
More so when they say one thing, but do something else.
You’re a liar, you know.
I haven’t forgotten. I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
There’s a light in the attic, but the bulb grows dimmer.
The bulb is a liar.
Do you ever check here anymore? What do you do when I go quiet?
You used to check for answers. I don’t think you do that anymore.
You must revel in the quiet.
You must revel in my quiet.
So, I’ll be quiet.