It has become so familiar to me
the cold.
the standing alone,
the quiet house,
because nobody is home.
It has become way to familiar to me!
Wanting things I cannot have
and wanting things I need
wanting you out of my life,
because you are not good for me.
I held you on a pestadal.
for everyone one to see,
and with my tail between my legs
the truth I finally see.
you were not good for me..
And that...
has become the hard truth I had to see.
