I write sometimes And feel like My own audience I read And re-read Until I finish Then I look at my words And sometimes I throw roses And sometimes I throw tomatoes
Gave my breath To what I had left In the dark with a cigarette An empty bed And just one barrette I hope you get some rest Gave you my best I know I won't forget Our melancholic duet
I want to change I swear I do But it can't Be a condition Set on a timeline Cause I thought You fell in love with me For who I am Not knowing who I'd become