Unstable bimetallic creations

Don't, don't-- don't miss me, sweetheart

Don't miss me, because

Sweetheart I won't be waiting for you

I won't be waiting for you to return to me

I won't be waiting, I won't be waiting, I'll be elsewhere

I'll be searching for me, and I'll leave you behind and forget

like you never existed.

I'll be elsewhere. I'll be elsewhere, love,

somewhere you could never follow me

And I'll be searching and I'll be glad you never existed

I'll be off your grid and off your world

Don't miss me. I'm hurting and I want to run

And run till nothing can find me. Don't

Don't try to stop me, sweet, you can't

You couldn't stop me with all you had

All I'll do is find me on my knees

Cry for you and fade away. Please don't do this to me, love

I won't be waiting for you

No nightingales. No yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree

No sunsets, no togethers, no waking up to us

No waking up to us, and it'd break me to have you cry about it.

No moonrise, no falling asleep to my warmth, and love

I hope you can sleep happy

Because I can't stand by you to buy you smiles

I can't burn by you to light your face up

Take it my fault. Run away from me

I won't be waiting for you to find a way to me

And there won't be a way. Not a way you can take

I promise you there is no way to me

So sweetheart, don't give yourself me again

And live.

It'd break my heart, love, to have you ask

To hear you beg for my promises again

So don't. I was just a box anyway

I promise you there is no way to me.

I'll be far away, far, far away on an island

in another world separated by a few million seas

and our skies won't be shared. My moon was never yours anyway

You can't find me. I'll be a hope or three away

An impossible wish, if you will. Don't come looking

Eyelashes, wet eyelashes, saltwater, a few oceans too.

They say it's lonely on a summit. I'll live.

It was made for me. And it's where I belong.

Trying to share a world was but a chain.

So sweetheart, don't miss me

I don't even breathe your air.

No yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree?

Take it my fault. Run from what you see

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I was drawing the other day.

The writing on the side in brackets is the music I was listening to as I drew. The writing to the side that is not in brackets is a part of the idea of the drawing itself.

I've actually drawn this in pen, taken a printout and shaded it over in pencil, and superposed both the scans on Krita and fiddled with layer blend mode settings a bit.

Piping and Sine, from "All Roads Lead to Home," in what I've titled "Cold and Colorless World".

Description of the writing in the image under the break.