If there is so much Joy to be had, then tell me where I went wrong. Because for all the times I tried to satisfy my Mum. I still can’t write her one joyful song. So Mum, I tried and come October I thought that I could do it but November threw us into a whirlwind again and come January I knew it.
All the things I told my friends about the hope that I had found are lying in my bathroom at home, in a puddle of blood on the ground. And someone will love it because its honest and somebody will hate it because it’s crude but as for me, every time I stand and give a piece of me to a crowd I lie awake at night and wander about whether or not I told the truth.
God forgive me, I believe in a lot of lies that come from a lot of good liars. Namely, me.