i left not in need of physical rest
i had enough energy to cry about frusterations
had enough to warm myself up to a phone
and aquire what i needed to hear

and now: i say with confidence
"I'M TIRED OF IT"

the worst place to be, i say,
is between what your heart wants
and what your mind wants
knowing your heart would choose neither solution
your mind knowing it has to choose one

and now i say
"I CAN'T MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY"

i parted from my love
in distaste for the roar of over-bearing thunder
i'd give anything to run back to him
shine with him, my moon

i don't know how to ask them
to stop being what they are
i almost felt selfish
but their negative energy
is nothing but a burdon

i stood alone
i was pierced with indecision
i have decided to stand as i am
disapointment or not