Asking

All the things you should know All the swings you’ve taken on me But haven’t noticed at all And there goes the things you won’t know Can’t you see all I got to tell you? Can’t you tell just by the sound of my steps? And as it seems you won’t notice at all And I won’t tell you, not now, not tomorrow Till you notice what have you done How does that stomping on my dreams Dragging all I know down What I thought was concrete now is just flour on the floor. So by now all I got to tell you Is, ask me please Just the right time, the right words and everything fine. And it seems that here I’ll be for eons With all this around me And you don’t seem to care You don’t care at all With my broken past, and you can’t see it And there it goes my hope Within this forest I don’t see a way out And guarding what’s left it’s all I have. And still you don’t care. ~Anna