I walk with confidence at night and red cheeks the next day, but that’s okay, The world will forget me.
Make another joke, take another drink, pretend not to give a fuck what they think, It’s bullshit.
Self-esteem wasted like hope, beauty laced into the eyes of my soul, I can’t see.
Outside the sun bleeds and the birds are calling. I never hear them sing anymore. Damned up behind a closed door like my hands don’t work and I and I can’t find my feet.
It’s bullshit, neighbors with two-story houses, white picketed fences and golden dreams. Look at me.
She plays right by the side of the street, with no exit, her looking like love and clinging to me, what the hell does she see?
Mama, you did this me. It’s bullshit.
I need god to come help me find a way out, but I guess he’s been busy for thirty damn years now. Same as me.
Lost in this heat, dusting my knees, praying out,
“Please come and save us!”
Waiting for Him to love me. It’s bullshit.