A SHADE OF SHADOWS

While walking out the door,

I said I must confess

that I never loved you more

but a mess is just a mess. 

I'll give you more than more 

unless there's less, I guess. 

But I can't give you more than more

if there's only less. 

I'll try anywhere but here,

but eventually I'll be

alone with what I'm made of - 

which essentially is me. 

I don't care what's over there

or what you see in me. 

There's just a shade of shadows 

of what I used to be.

And I must be made of shadows,

and time it is the sun. 

I'm just a shade of shadows

looking for someone.