I don’t want to be a waste of paint
A waste of time
I want to reach the great reward
Hope and pain
Soul cut out of paper
Why do you give me the time of day?
Why am I always running
What will I ever expect?
Running in circles
The lil tastes of freedom
I like the feeling of alone
The power to cuddle in the corner and write
Why do people make me feel bad for this?
I’m on a path that only I can see
Sooo I haven’t found my peas
But im thankful
I want to run up and down Canal street screaming out my love
Its sudden this urge I get and hide behind
Is the only escape you’ll ever find
I’m just a waste
A penny to your lane
That runs around on that empty stage
The one I found is long gone
I’ll never move on.