I feel it. I own it. And all the mess I owe it. To HIM.
Changing my life, lifestyle, aura and the circumstances,
I feel chocked, disgust, left on the road,
Why can't he be my man of the north?
Why can't he feel my inside thrones?
I'm left alone, I'm independent, love dependent.
The tunings, the musings, all about him,
The giver, the adjuster, yes it's me.
All alone binding the pages tore,
All alone standing on a busy road.