So many misses in my past,
things that just didn’t last,
thinking you’re deep in love,
not knowing the meaning, what it’s for.
Never speaking to that friend,
that didn’t need to end,
many of them were unique and colourful,
maybe that is why I always felt so dull.
Living in places that end up feeling like home,
guilty and worried, my cover will be blown.
Now family can suck,
but mine doesn’t really, lol fuck,
there are definitely some issues,
but no being beaten, fed, no misuse,
so it’s likely my fault,
my brains a bit fucked, a simple vault,
I wish I could reset the code,
then maybe I won’t implode,
the relationships I do hold so dear,
so I could stop the rampaging fear,
of loss, of someone I really do hold close,
who fills my life pool with a trusty hose.
A pup and a half family of weirdos,
I really do love them all, lifting me from low,
even with all my baggage in tow,
maybe I can finally open, let go and show,
all my problems, terrors and error,
that even I hide from myself in the mirror.
I don’t want this to be another miss,
I love my life, absolutely all of this.