FULLER LIVING

"Im not doing this because you told me to Im doing this because I feel sorry for you" No, you don't. You want love. You want acceptance. You're scared it isn't real Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul Waiting for your joy to steal No home to call your own The eyes are windows to a world inside You wanna hide Keep away Ur led astray These hands do not feed They take Then convince you are the bag dog A stray alley cat deserves scraps How about that? Now I feed myself luxurious banquests I CANT breathe at the end I endulge and indulged, but now suddenly with the banquet You find yourself reaching out a hand? When I had scrapes and you were prepared for? Choke on the salty essence of your tears