Madness.

Ive been around searching trying to find that gaping hole in my life.

You’ve been beside me every step of the way asking

“What are you looking for”

Maybe it’s just me but I want that hole in my life plugged or something out of it.

You may find me going crazy or entering the stage of madness but, will you enter with me or leave me like the others.

In the mud, at my dirtiest

I know what the hole is, it’s you talking behind my back about leaving me.

But I guess I should get used to it.

I’m always left in the mud.