Is it me, is it you, is it us, or is it my head
I can't recall well how it had begun
but has it been always like this
Always losing at both ends
Replaced so easily, you don't look at me
Least bothered, left at my own device
My own bone to pick, you have no time to give
Restless, relentless, you would drown me in deep waters
I keep waiting for you to save me
The pool of tears is crystal clear
Displaced, delude, I have been reduced
My value to me rose to all time low
Where in the world you would find me
I am in the jungle of my own vice
Don't seek the worst in me
I would fall on my knees yet again
But my destiny has always been it.
Dying, well not surprising,
Drought, and the last drop.