I do not want to share because it’s not fair to be lonely
It’s the feeling of seclusion that I cannot get off me
What is hard not to miss but my words are handled softly
The situation is becoming costly
Somehow the water which was once pure is now salty
the design of this whole make up faulty
and the atmosphere is raunchy
Each day is getting tough
because I had enough of We and yearn just for Us
what is holding this together
A few bolts with rust
it’s like love without a gentle touch
left with pain with just your heart to clutch.
What I want may be too much
So what the best thing to do,
maybe just to back up
Because what I am facing is too rough
Leaving me with no strength for us to go on
Hope is nothing but a rope that is too thin to hold on
The sadness of rolling along to a song the has no tune
That will soon kill those moods like a rose without water in June
taking its life for its unseen sacrifice that has it paying the price
that is too rich for its own soil.
So tempers boil and plans are foiled
Hatred overtakes anything that was enjoyable
And What is left of respect is spoiled.
We came together in confusion
The illusion was that I thought you cared
But now I am aware that looking out for one another is rare
So why ask for help because at the end its everyone for themselves.
All I am hearing is run, do not stay from the voices
It’s not fair for you to be here after making bad choices
You need to make appointment and get your own life
Because you are the knife that is killing everything in sight.
Having me searching for a new life.
