Who would love me
When I've got nothing left to give
Who would love me
When I'm a broken pitiful mess
Who would love me
When I've given up my dreams for the man with money
When I've given up poetry because I'm too afraid of the truth that spills from my fingertips
Who would love me
With my broken aching soul
Who would love this
This thing
This being
Who would love this
Stupid mess
I've become