Look at me How beautiful I am lushes and so green roots big and shiny Now I am sad I’m standing all alone There were many more I’m all that’s left over Don’t hurt me you are hurting yourself and this whole wide world.
If I never feel happy again. If I get a case of the “**** its” and follow that red glow all the way to my grave (because it feels warm once in a while). If I walk into a venue in my hometown and smell the familiar scent of stale beer and regret. If my mom passes away suddenly or succumbing to the passage of time.
That I’ll never heal from how I was treated and continue to treat myself the same over and over. That I have to rely on jokes about my grandmother to keep her memory alive when she is not.