Sometimes I feel like Prometheus
Strung across that rock
Punished for giving

A lifetime of consequence
Begins to mock

The difference is
I could free myself
Whenever I’d like
A similar story
Shown in a more tragic light

My insides are pecked at
By all the people I love
I could hold out my hand to stop them
But if I do they would sob

Maybe tomorrow I can do it
Maybe tomorrow my love will extend
To the one who harbors it all in the end

I have to stop soon
For if I don’t I’ll be grey
The life draining out of me
With only one left to blame