You trader how could you abandon me
In a time when I was in such of a need
You trader you’ve ruined me
I cannot see, What did I mean?
To you, was I something,
Or am I the always nothing.
The nothing, That I’ve always been,
For what it’s worth, I’ve held you here the whole time,
In my heart, it’s your place, you own it.
Take it, it’s yours, I cannot express it enough
And in expression You take it, my heart in your hand, what you do with it is your plan,
And I don’t intend to wait it out, to see what the big deal is about,
But I do, and you, you drag it around, the mud soaks it up
and when did this matter, its occurring in such a reminiscing state. I think I’ve had enough but you keep adding onto the plate.