I thought I would feel, feel something I expected to feel to much, per usual There was no rush of adrenaline No hot breath rising in my chest My heart was a calm steady beat I felt cheated of passion Am I a broken clock? Right twice a day Just ticking away I thought I wanted this, wanted you Now I am not so secure In this desire I feel a fool, per usual I feel empty So busy overthinking I turn you over in my head Like a piece of food in my mouth But I do not savor the flavor So I swallow my pride If that is what you call it I cannot have my cake and eat it to
Some things seem more appealing behind the glass Once you take a bite you remember, the taste of disappointment