I gave it to you to hold and when I turned away you dropped it in the corner.
With the miscellaneous junk accumulated through the years.
Funny thing is
If this is the best that it’s been,
Do I dare give it out again?
The lukewarm words
Avoiding my ears with more questions than answers
Is this a prison in my head
Is this the hell that’s been given to me?
As I pick up the piece that is no longer wanted, I realize I don’t want it either.
I gave it to you to hold and when I turned away you dropped it in the corner.
With the miscellaneous junk accumulated through the years.
Funny thing is
If this is the best that it's been,
Do I dare give it out again?
The lukewarm words
Avoiding my ears with more questions than answers
Is this a prison in my head
Is this the hell that's been given to me?
As I pick up the piece that is no longer wanted, I realize I don't want it either.
