It’s a losing game.
Start with three hearts, two fade out.
So now we all play with doubt,
never trying another route.
Dead end lanes.
Running away from a brain
that’s the cause of the pain.
Here I am, left with the shame.
My mother told me not to be afraid.
Her own mother left and she wasn’t the same.
In pictures, mine is still in frame,
but now she can’t even remember my name.