I don’t know why i don’t listen to myself
I find it often too tiring to be bothersome
Too self-conscious to be blunt
But it never leads me anywhere good
I’ll be lucky if i get out unscathed
I know fully well I push my luck too far each time.
I don’t know why i don’t listen to myself
I find it often too tiring to be bothersome
Too self-conscious to be blunt
But it never leads me anywhere good
I’ll be lucky if i get out unscathed
I know fully well I push my luck too far each time.
I remember you only when I need you
with one moment cursing myself
the other moment begging for your reassurance
some comfort, some chance, some hope
pleading for it all to be alright
berating your creations
asking you to see the injustice
asking you to intervene
asking you to hear me out
and somehow…when things turn out right
forgetting you…shamefully renouncing you
and all that you have done for me
with silence.