isolated

compose the clouds that guide me, you’ve always had that much control
quiet nights when you were beside me, disappearing with every waking hour
blood shot eyes where i’ve tried to hold them back, but warm tears solicit the past
i keep asking why, but without resolve and speaking used to be so easy
are you watching me struggle, it's hopeless but the tenacious proceed
it wasn’t supposed to be ideal but i’m still isolated with the emptiness i feel
continuously wondering why, feeding on the curiousness of the choices
you’ve made without detail, you’ve made without reason, you’ve made me believe are real
is it ok to tremble, weep, and tear – with the silence of the storms that I know are there
the rain that i’m giving you doesn’t care to end, and it’s that which guides me now