Yesterday I lost my keys
and found them later in the fridge
Today I spilled a cup of tea
I don’t know what it is
According to my therapist
I’ve not been very kind
I gave the critic too much space
and now she occupies my mind
Sara is my closest friend
She reads me like a book
She’s always there and never scared
to tell me how I look
To pull my down if I drift near
the places I don’t know
Feeding me with words of fear
that I might lose control
She’s a part of me
Who would I be
If Sara wasn’t here?
I’d take up all the space
and say what’s on my mind
Remove the make-up from my face
and still love what’s left behind
I’d speak up loud to filthy men
without a compromising smile
I’d save my time for people that
I actually like
She’s a part of me
Who would I be
If Sara wasn’t here?
Tomorrow I will travel far
and I’ll only bring myself
I won’t let Sara come along
She can go fuck herself.
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