Crystal clear
Yet clear as mud
That’s how things go
In this neighborhood.

Do I understand?
No you tell me
The back of my hand
Is confusing to me.

Happily ever after
Is only found in books
Maybe that’s why I read
To get away from what was took.

I am not a liquid
Where what was stolen
Is a hole
Don’t want to live insipid
Wish I was brighter
But I am coal.