It felt like I don’t want to hear a word tomorrow
He said it was bad, or he might just laugh at it
Told mine was a kind of joke
Of facing people back and forth and,
I’m still the naïve one.

Do you think it was pretty, huh?
To say words from mind are kind of disturbing
For you and your satisfy
To let the world know
I’m just a piece of *******
That trying to scratch the paper with my tears

I though I’m doing fine
Though what I did was the best for today
Then your words faced me
With the pain and the bitterness
Taught me ten different stories
Which might end me up on the floor of the bathroom.

What kind of soul is mine, you said.
What kind of story that I wrote, you said.
What kind of memory that I tried to replace, you said.
But, you won’t let a single word if you were me.
When admiring is more beautiful than trying to change
For me
When accepting is better than complaining
For me.