Once again I find myself,
stuck in a cloud of bitter feelings.
You checked out, I’m still around.
And what I’ve found;
There’s cuts and scrapes that
won’t start healing.
Shut the door,
admitting that I’ve hit my ceiling.
Held my open hands out,
asking for grace;
burned them and now,
you find me kneeling.
Tell me that I’m burning bridges,
End up, a face within in the crowd.
Good evening self-reliance.
Good morning hollow self-doubt.
I am pretending to feel strong among the wrong,
I am forgetting how it feels to get along, with me.
I am resenting that I need to carry on,
On without you,
It’s still about you
It’s still without you
So still without you
