I’ve often wondered if I’d ever learn to love what I write,
but first I guess I need to love myself, right?
Wondered if there’s someone kind enough to lend me a ride,
and if there is, save me from this lifelong fight.
I keep wandering off having already lost my sight,
waiting for the rain to end and the day to get bright,
but before the light finds me, I just might
go down the drain because I’ve already lost my mind.