You were the one who was hidden
for I didn't know you at all.
For you all the silent words came, unbidden
for you were the one who stood tall!
I was the one who was wrong.
I couldn't succeed, didn't call
I was the one who could scarce carry on
and I don't deserve you at all.
I am the one who is wrong!
You are the one who can sing.
I have a broken voice, I'm all alone now...
I used to be able to sing!
Next year when I have come over
the last blackened hill in my heart
when depression ceases burdens on those searching
for cover,
wishing for some kind of new start.
Then I will be waiting in wishes.
I will be hoping in dreams.
When the hope that's inside
has stopped trying to hide
that you'll know I am not what I seemed
to be
I seemed to be sad
I seemed to be mean
that you'll know
I am not
what I seemed.
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Submission Name: Why I Wasn't There on Friday Night
