Little orange one, let me go
Bring me back to what I want to know
I’m looking for someone to blame
But I keep telling myself not to play that game

But I want to, you know I want to
And I think to myself
I’m doing all this work to not feel a thing
Leaving what they call a past behind
I keep my eyes up and my head down
When it should be the other way around
Is this what it’s all really worth?

My mind is set free, it’s escaped
And my conscious has been out there a little too long
And then my heart whispers, “you don’t hurt anymore remember?”
I remember just a little too clearly, remember every word

But I don’t want to, you know I don’t want to
But I’m starting to think I have to
And I think to myself
I’m content second guessing to not feel a thing
And I’m setting aside ancient history
My pain is as if it was so little
I’ve still got questions, but the answers are so simple
Fuck, why can’t this be simple?

Broken glass, broken heart
Sickening past, sickening start
Silently mourning in hate

It’s taking everything
Just a little more, I’ll be alright
I’ll be okay, with one more line
Toxin, take me away…
© ramblingneurotic