Its been 3 years still picking up glass
don’t know where you are But this will be the last
3 long years picking up glass

its off my chest and giving you perspective
still insecure,
your lies,
run away from all your problems and left me out to dry

now clocked in
scratching on borrowed time
need to get out of here
wheres the door
you saw my letter but I know you threw it away. I waited to long and Im sorry.
Didn’t know what you want from me.