Holding out, am I?
Wild grass pictures hang above and draw mine
Folding her, do I?
The shell don’t break, though it is hit in and outside
Cry, I tried
Denied
Sprung from sleep to find
Time’s easier when looked upon from behind
And knowing well I’ve waste
Like some sweet drink you’re sure you could, but you never taste
Life, I tried
Denied
Contentment, contentment
Well, they are joining
Pretending, resentment
Could end itself
Slowly winding down
‘Til for moments in a rest comes and oh, that’s all right
And with it, hope for confusion
All blown about in the storm and cries, you’re satisfied
Hide, I tried
Denied