My Inner Constriction

Chipped Paint

My life is like chipped paint on a wall.

It may be cracked but it's still holding on,

And the distant memory stays small.

In the end the winner takes it all,

And all is gone in which I improved upon.

My life is like chipped paint on a wall.

The life I had reminds me of a crystal ball,

But that is now shattered and foregone.

And the distant memory stays small.

The thud I made couldn't break my fall,

And the light I once had is far gone.

My life is like chipped paint on a wall.

Alone with blank thoughts I think about how I never got the call.

And how I fell under the spell of the whistling swan.

And the distant memory stays small.

Your words cut me as I walk down the hall.

I realize that it's easier to be withdrawn

My life is like chipped paint on a wall.

And the distant memory stays small.