Lord I remember desperately hoping that you existed, then swearing blindly the next day that you didn't. Blame is wrong especially when its yourself that's in the wrong.
Sitting on the bus, I glanced at the people around me. Middle aged women with their hair starting to go grey, lively youngsters conversing at the back.
Sometimes I think my cat Knows more than you. You like to pretend That unicorns will save you. “Thats fine,” you say. Really? Painting broken chairs Won’t hide the cracks.