need you wanting me endlessly
but no longer feel the same
i just miss the shame
of the never ending game
reflection and inspection
past relations and the present
a common introspective
that life is merely lesson
to lesson up the tension
my heartstrings were timid
and heart was always bold
i carried on and listened
even through the great depression
i cared about the chances
of maybe something different
and worried through the times
that life was just consistent
never have the time of day
to even give myself
i seem to always find my brain
trapped in someone else