People come and people go
I stay here taking hits

Getting used to muted emotions
Picking up pieces of myself

Sewing back my wounds
Shuffling through time

In the hope to find
What's genuinely mine

Lies lies everywhere
Fancy beautiful lies

They want to hold the poster kid
But never willing to touch freak in me

Through the prism of life I see
Red liquor dripping through my fingers

It makes me weep
It makes me weep

© Romi Aharon