Reflecting on
Our last
Little
Tête-à-tête
I feel like
I’ve won,
Finally
As this time
I cared
Far less
About you
Than you
Have ever
Cared about me
From The Ashes
How did it come to be
He said
That you no longer care
Because I chose to live carefree
She said
And turned my back on despair
Battening Down The Hatches
I don’t give a fuck
How strong you look
You are never getting in
You may well be
More powerful than me
But you will never win
‘You’re Doing So Well’
All that time
You never knew
How broken I was
Beneath the mask
And it wasn’t because
I didn’t tell you
You just never cared enough
To ask
Cheerio
Drive away
If you dare
Just don’t think
That I’ll care
Bodily Functions
If I could
He said
I really would love
To lie with you forever, like this
Really
She said
I couldn’t be arsed
Now shift – I need a piss
Down The Back Of The Sofa
Does anybody know
What we are searching for?
Or where we’re supposed to look?
Because my motivation
Is fading
And it’s getting harder to give a fuck
The Act
I can act like I’m happy,
I can act like I’m there.
I can act like I’m over it,
I can act like I care.
But it’s all to avoid having to admit,
That I’m just really fucking scared of life.
Without you.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 