Roger's and holland's feeling

there is no trace of a healing.
your falling tears ignite this selfish feeling.
it keeps me warm to know you're not content.
a quick reminder of our winters spent.
as we consume our last moments together,
a lesson learned that will haunt us forever.
it took an ending for me to realize,
to face these pacts and retract our growing lies.
don't tell me i was a mistake
and you regret every choice we made.
and think of nothing every time
you hear my name and
if you don't bow your head
and feel ashamed.
when our eyes last met
i knew that you were not ok,
but nothing matters when your
surfing on these vibes.
i have these thoughts
of holding hands with you another day.
there is no cure, there is no cure.
for the sickness that you bring,
with what you bring.