Waiting for Godot
Can we still call this house a home
When it’s gone and all we’ve ever known
Is lost? It’s been forgotten
The times you’d call
Ask me to come out to play
Those days are gone
And we’ve moved on
There’s fear in the anger
And pain in the loss
Of the familiar feelings
Down another pill
Just to make it through
Another day
Just more time wasted
On waiting for Godot
When it’s gone and all we’ve ever known
Is lost? It’s been forgotten
The times you’d call
Ask me to come out to play
Those days are gone
And we’ve moved on
There’s fear in the anger
And pain in the loss
Of the familiar feelings
Down another pill
Just to make it through
Another day
Just more time wasted
On waiting for Godot
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I was going through a really rough patch when I wrote this... but I thought it came out decently so I thought I'd share. There's an allusion to another piece of writing that you may need to look up to understand fully.