A Thousand Poems To Us'

Me

Am sinking
Deep down in depression
emotionally leaking
Shut up
Shut the f up
S is for satisfaction
But tonight that feeling is lacking
I keep my eyes open but that S in this is lurking
She was once everything
But now there is her and her and the other her
Shut up
Shut the f up
I mess up beautiful things
I guess am a professional at that
On my defense I got a big heart
There is space for all of them
Stupid man
Shut up
Shut the f up...