Left a bad taste in my mouth
Waiting for things to head south
Will it?
Gives me chills under my skin
While I wonder why things can't be good
Again
Why I always complain
When the world hands me everything
On a silver platter,
I matter.
Do I matter?
If I thought I didn't
Their hearts would be shattered
I literally choke myself
Mouth too full to ask for help
All these city lights shutting down,
Its just me