I am tired.
I just want want to watch TV.
And write poems.
I want to lay by the sea.
And love someone more than me.
I wanna cry.
But I have no tears.
I want to dance.
But I have no ears.
But then, you came along.
And I realized that we are both sinners of the same kind.
Singers to the same song.
Both are pieces of a broken mind.