I cannot stand because I’m falling over you.
Forgotten hands, and I’ve had more than a few.
Look the other way. I’m so tired now; I’ll be home soon.
I’m a long way from the town where I was born.
Walked away in shame, and I left in the early morn.
Shut my mouth to say, I’m so sick of what I’m supposed to be.
Forget today, my faults follow wherever I go.
But don’t go away, though, it’s selfish of me for sure.
I’ll be waiting there, with a heavy heart afraid of promises.
all rights reserved