Melodramatic song…the words have brought to fruition…all my wrongs.
Familiar verses of lazy melancholia…shakes a being to the core.
To rest.
To laugh.
To sing.
To nap.
To give in.
The ‘out running’… being off-key.
I have heard enough of ‘not good enough.’
Laying myself to rest.
Ear to the wall, screams fade into make-believe.
