I’m too proud to beg for your attention and your friendship and your time.
So you could come and get it from now on.
Here I am.
I’m so young.
I know I’ve been bitter.
I’ve been jaded.
Everyday, I bite my tongue.
If you only knew my mind was full of razors.
I’m not sure I can take it.
I’ve nothing strong to hold to.
I’m way too old to hate you.
My mind is full of razors to cut you like a word, if only sung.
But this is my song.