Ghost Town

you were there, dressed in blue... talking to the birds like you did every morning. did you really hear them say anything? i remember you used to cry everytime you woke up, it always made me tremble. i was so afraid for your sanity that i never realized i was the one who wasn't thinking correctly, properly. did you dream about me? did you cry in your dreams, in your sleep because of me? i hope not, but i'll never know. i'll never know now. last time i saw you you had a little boy in your arms. i know it's terrible, but i have to admit that i really didn't know if it was yours. who knows what you might have done. who knows what you did. all those days i had to go out and look for you. i know you never wanted to hurt me. you never did. i always ended up hurting myself for not believing in you. i guess you know i tried, i did my best to be there for you. i hope you know that, you appreciate that, but i just couldn't take it anymore. poor little billy. remember how i had to wake him up like 5 times so he could get up and go to school? and then the bus driver would tell me he always fell asleep on the bus, and he had to wake him up when they got to school. poor little billy. i know you didn't mean it. i know you were confused, those things in your head. i know you didn't want to do it... but you did it. i tried and tried to help you, thinking it wasn't your fault... i know it wasn't, but it hurt so much. i'm sorry. i hope you're doing fine. sometimes i miss you, i want to talk to you. i remember the whole thing and sadly i step back. maybe someday i'll forgive you for what you did that monday morning. i remember it so clearly, just like yesterday... you were there... dressed in blue... the red stains could be seen from miles away...