All my life.

Hello again,
The doubt comes creeping in
The ramblings of my inner most mind
Like radio static softly playing behind
Every day and every word you say
I hear it whispering to me,
I feel it's breath on my cheek
And I turn the radio dials all the way up
Until all the sound is drowned out and I'm stuck
In a memory
Where I can breathe
Without the weight
Of the hate
That I feel in my heart
For the love that I start
To feel all over again.
That's the thing about a radio
Though,
You can't go back and play the same song again
Once it ends.
So I took the boom box from above my head
And I set it down on the lawn, the dead
Grass beneath my feet from waiting for so long
For playing every stupid song
Hoping that you would hear
That I'm still down here
In rain, in cold, in blistering heatFacing the scrutiny
Of all our friends, some I've lost
Paying the cost,
The dues
Of loving someone like you
And if you ever get annoyed at the sound
Of the stereo I left down here on the ground
You may open your window to find
That all I've left behind
Is a static nothing, an emptiness at best
And lest
You forget what it was like to be
With me
I hope you hear it too
The white noise in the background, the hue
Of grey that envelops everything around us
And the once bright and melodious chorus
Will only make you remember
That damn radio that's been there since some -ber
Month that you can't even recall
How long has it been sitting there playing nothing at all?
Yeah, if you get tired of the static I implore you:
Turn it off your damn self.