more of the same...

what i am to you
its not the same
run away for fear
but back again
play me out of here
my generic blues
your eyes and voice remain
nothin i can do
never filled a void
but leave one at night
obscure puzzle piece
forced with all my might
outside this down I
me lives to stay awake
sleep to dream of you
my 'one' i leaned to fake
my here's out of touch
miles of clarity
too obvious to work
opaque and too hazy
im sorry my friend
the doors open wide
maybe in ten years
on the other side
and back here we'll meet
for better or worse
ill tell you of I
and this lifes old hearse
how i broke on through
without but a scar
forgave and moved on
let go, shooting star