Please just let me be,
this lingering mystery.
Just don't look,
at what they took.
Just ignore this emptyness
and let me listen to your tales.
I'm willing to listen forever,
without you asking anything ever.
Believe me, you don't want me to tell,
not everything is well.
You don't want to see this mess,
behind the nothingness.
Just talk about yourself,
and let my feelings gather dust upon their shelve.