It was a sunday evening at the old café
I cried my eyes out in the bathroom and couldn't bare to stay
When I got home that day, I didn't even care
If the lights were on or off, i felt completely bare
The way you rip the layers off an onion and toss in the trash
Like I was used, waiting to rot and turn into ash
no pride, no joy, no hope or self respect
Left with pieces of my heart that I couldn't connect
So I buried them with me and promised to never forget
Never to really trust or to expect
Anyone to actually mean the things they say
To still be there at the end of the day
Fredag 3 Januari 2020 01:16
