You know, by now I thought you’d be found out
Shout, scream, whisper and pout.
You may have left there physically but you’ll never have changed
Always always, this game again
Are you not tired, are you not weak?
Searching and searching for what you seek.
Drink the liquid, shallow what’s due
I don’t listen when they say I remind them of you.
You were my giver, my guide
From you I thought I would never hide
Any piece of me, far or wide
Any piece of me from deep inside.
I would ask why you seem to search that container, that glass, that metal
When I was younger I was your petal.
But now I see you for what you are,
How could you let it go on this far?
Aren’t you of age and supposed sense?
I’m sick of this constant suspense
It’s time for conscience and real thoughts, ones not laced with slurs or muffled.
Maybe it’s true, you’re lost
But at what cost?