I'm running out of words to say.
Running out of lines to write.
I've already sung the saddest songs.
Always been awake in the middle of the night.
Haven't I expressed enough?
I've been to different places.
Been down and dirty and hell.
Returned for I was never found
Bruised. Smiling. No one can tell.
Haven't I been lost enough?
I was the first to lay down the cards.
Was the first to say the words.
Was the first to initiate the move.
Now just tired of giving a fuck.
Haven't I been courageous enough?Labels: heart, relationship, self, summer