Leaving it all out with the dirt

Round and round around the mulberry bush

But, just a wrong kind of place

Just a little pull and then the right push.



It’s not what I would do

But not a cheat to face the demons in you.

It’s a small crime.

So is that all right?



So maybe there is a God above.

Or maybe not.

Not the cry that you hear at night.

Just profoundly in the ‘right’.



So now it’s running through my head

Every little thing done and said.

Take my hand now,

Take my life now.



This is not enough

Seems like all I have been doing is,

Break bread and glorifying me.

So I try to forget.



So let everything burn

While I sit in the corner and not weep.

Left all the promises that

No one seems to keep.