I hated myself
i hated my heart of gold
but i lost myself
as i watched the gold run thin
my heart of gold bricks
turned to gold speckled tar
eventually the gold will run out
i miss the honey
that beat through my veins
i miss the love i gave out everyday
its cold and dark
and i'm so tired
i cant continue to give love i don't have
i gave out so much
and received so little
the simplest requests
couldn't be filled
but i continued to give
and continued to love
draining the gold
until it was gone
now i am here stepping away
so i'll walk alone for now
maybe when i return
things will be different
but as for now
i'll collect the gold dust
i'll put myself together
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don't expect any of these to be edited. i don't have the energy for that
