My voice has dried up
That’s not very me
I can chat forever
When I’m with good company
But these days, mostly
I seem to be on my own
In my private little world
Whilst sitting at home
I don’t know what brought me here
Nary a thought or clue
Feels most unusual
Don’t quite know what to do
I miss all the discussions
But I’ve got so little to say
So closed off from everyone
Like I’ve been locked away
Wonder what I can do
To turn this all around
Bring me back to me
Return to safe ground
Feels like my purpose is gone
Motivation boxed up tight
As I read through the timeline
In the middle of the night
And I wonder where
This is all leading me
When I dislike the person
I’m turning out to be
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