The useless

Call the girl you liked yesterday.
Fine were things and friends,
Maybe misery turned them away.
The streets are alive again.
You see the day in everything you do.
And as you do things,
You wish it’d be better too.
And as it slips through the fingers
You notice the drop of rain
She wouldn’t notice anyways.

Aren’t you the star,
That shone too bright.
But the night was dark
And you fell down and died.
You are your mess
With a hope she wouldn’t clean anyhow.
Forgotten wannabe seeks a saviour,
But it won’t come.
No, never.
Love won’t save us. Or anyone.

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