be alone. Because what is the point?
People swear they love you, but when
it’s only you, you can turn to. When
your back is against the wall, and you’re
looking for someone to break
your fall, just to realize they stole the grass
to help soften the blow.
Confused by the love people claim they feel,
when anytime there’s a problem, they can’t heel.
If you, gotta do it all on your own, you might as well
be all alone.
Why stress yourself with the problems of someone else,
when they’re one of the reasons, your life got mess?
How important are they, to suck your joy, and spit on
your hope, with no recourse?
Might as well be alone.