I got no excuses,
For all of these goodbyes.
Call me when it's over,
Because I'm dyin inside.

Tried my best,
Apparently it wasn't enough.
It's my time to go,
Call me when days are no more rough.

Cursed myself each day,
For not imprisoning my soul.
This is how I'm beckoning it,
Call me when it's back in the hole.

This might not be viable,
But I'm taking a shot.
Call me when it's over,
Whether I'm alive or not.

-Jigyasa