I Am DisasterImmense Test

could it be that our time apart gives lead to reason
where we stand and where we lived our years in desperation
every time you were so stuck on yourself
don't give me that you need your space for closure

so you quit, well baby we were on a roll
all is well and I am nearly out of hope
don't you just make me bleed!
all you'll see are empty notes that can't be rendered
I long for the girl to win my heart