but as for me I sit far back, knowing that so much I lack, alone on windy night I walk, my heart in bitter whispers talks, ‘the world is against you, you cannot win, don’t bother trying, they won’t let you in’
for reasons unspecified this though seems,
to be innate, from birth,
all my days titled with this message writ,
on my head and in my brain,
in white chalk I can’t explain,
inbound allow one small note of criticism,
and my head and heart retract,
my sense of self I cant win back.
Second Verse a bit like this
for reasons unspecified this though seems,
to be innate, from birth,
all my days titled with this message writ,
on my head and in my brain,
in white chalk I can’t explain,
inbound allow one small note of criticism,
and my head and heart retract,
my sense of self I cant win back.