Draft

The people at your work ain’t that fucking great

They ask for a slice and you give them the cake

Forgetting that while you work hard for your home

You are also leaving her heart to grow cold all alone

Every day every night as less words are exchanged

Every time that we fight I swear my feelings change

I can’t say it’s my fault it’s the way I was built

Unstable to crumble and fumble then wilt

I know by tomorrow my feelings will change

It’s just something I live with, some call it deranged