Maybe there will always be a seed planted within me that I will never be able to remove.
Weed killer can't solve my problem.
Maybe there will always be a shadow of us in my mind late at night when everything is settled.
When I lie there under the sheets,
When the calm in the night finally gets to me,
The glimpse of what we could be projects onto the wall like a movie screen.
It's filled with our scenes of my make - believe
The hugs that have gone undone.
The words never spoken to each other that I want to hear, but never will.
The photos that will never be taken of the two of us.
The sneaking around because if our parents found out we don't know how they would react.

Eventually, the movie ends...