One thing holding me back is fear
I’ve come very near to clear my mind
Sometimes I get left behind
Now I don’t even know how to define myself
Sometimes I confide in myself
Sometimes I decline myself
Then I remember to be kind
I promise myself to find a way
Everyone is telling me it will all be fine
Even when shit is getting out of line
I need to take care of me and mine
But sometimes its hard to align myself
I need to be at peace
But I’m sipping this wine
All by myself
They want me to be there for them
But when I need them I’m all by myself
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