May
Oh, the things I’ll never say
Deep inside my mind they stay
During all my time of slumber
Every second of the day
The places I’ve never been to
The texts that I never sent too
The people I haven't met yet
I guess we were never meant to
The movies I’ve never seen
Not pausing on every scene
Not laughing at funny scripts
Or wiping tears off my screen
Not making tea in the morning
Watching all the sun rays forming
Seeing the clouds passing by
Feeling my cup slowly warming
Things that make me want to stay
Things that make me feel okay
I guess I'm not going, mama
I guess I’ll hold off ‘till May