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Time
Time is always my enemyWhen it comes to youYour time belongs to youAnd you choose how it’s spentBut it feels likeSo little of itIs spent on me
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Hopeless Hope
I know what this gnawing in the back of my brain isHopeBorn with itAlways had itWhen things are at their worstIt’s still thereI’ve tried to remove itSo I can be content in my hopelessnessBut it never straysWish to scrape it out and throw it in the trashBut it always stays
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No more
She took and she took and she took and she tookUntil she could take no moreSo she didn’tI’ll gladly play the part of the villainIf it gets me out of this story quicker
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It’s complicated
You don’t have to come home to meYou don’t have to anything meSo you won’tSo you don’t One day I’ll read it and not cryI don’t know if I long for that dayOr despise it