My heart can’t take much more of this
These bitter bits of uselessness
So piercing with this pointless pain
My thoughts do threaten to turn insane.
I’d like to help, but I’ve got naught to say,
The words have so softly slipped away,
I’d like to help, but you keep me out,
You churn sincerity into doubt.
Thoughts into thorns that thrash in my mind,
It’s about time that I left you behnd.