to my friends (or the end of the world and you still won't listen to a thing i'm saying, and if you're reading this right now, well, i hope you get it)

by myself, i am myself,
if only you could wait
to see the world another day,
to see it fall and fade.

i sit and watch with closed eyes
i stand and hear nothing
but the world as it turns
and slowly ceases.

strange to think you are my friends,
strange to think much.
to be cornered and to be judged,
pure of heart no longer.

my words can't express my feelings
quite as well as i could
if i were only to stand and speak
before the world stops.