Crawling on the floor to escape the pain
I’ve let my kind heart beat for too long,
and in my mindspace
my sanctuary there is no peace
the last brick in my wall is in place.

Loathing myself because I let you in
day after day I will regret and begin again-
to find the person I once was
the person who hated with just cause.

Surely I may never recover
the thought of you with another
pain is all that remains
I could shove nails in my veins-
but that’s too usual,
I could hang myself with my social rope-
but that still leaves room for hope.

It’s not all bad as you can see
I’m one step closer to being free,
and when you look back on what could be
think about how I was never really here and
you never needed me.

Getting rid of you means giving up on me
and for every broken heart I got
there were worse times, three.
So don’t blame yourself,
have a drink and shut up,
I wish you nothing but my lacking luck.