The Day After , by Edvard Munch
My name is Beck

narcissistic day dream

Oh that could’ve been me...
Another fantasy thats run away from me.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
 
That’s what I’ll say to me.
 
I run away– from anything doubtful.
My words can be a mouthful.
 
And times aren’t the same,
because now you’ll never call my name.
& Back when we were young,
it be me and you under the sun.
 
You thought you’d marry me,
oh so naively. I thought the same for me.
Me, me, me, me, me.
Oh a narcissistic day dream.
 
Clouded by emotion,
my thoughts could fill an ocean.
I’m a flake by nature,
but “oh so mature.”
 
I can’t cary the burden of my reality,
because maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

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