A Message to Myself
Can you taste the molasses on your tongue?
Can you feel the acid in your brain?
It's called self-hate darling
It's only about to get worse
The arms stretch, as dawn breaks
Another day emerges
You swear to yourself, chanting
"I'm going to get better",
"I'm going to feel the warmth of a new day."
But every morning is cold
Consider the following; it's time to make a change
Not just dream of one...
Can you feel the acid in your brain?
It's called self-hate darling
It's only about to get worse
The arms stretch, as dawn breaks
Another day emerges
You swear to yourself, chanting
"I'm going to get better",
"I'm going to feel the warmth of a new day."
But every morning is cold
Consider the following; it's time to make a change
Not just dream of one...