when waiting on you breaks my heart, there’s no one else i can blame

i trudge my way back to the start, but find no one else in this game

 

trying to pick myself up, is more of a task than i knew

the pieces inside just erupt, and i find them messed up and askew

 

the glue isn’t holding so well, my brain melts them just at the thought

it breaks them and throws them pell-mell, while i see it was all just for naught

 

i’m angry and tired of this, it seems that i fell from the boat

i was swimming so as not to miss, the only thing keeping me afloat.

donna marie

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