The happy housewife
Nothing is as I planned in my wildest dreams
Not even a shred of my earliest ambitions
I grow older, the years fly past
Each day I awake certain of one thing only
The sameness of my life.
The predictable, pathetic, nondescript carrying on of my existence.
I can't lay my misery at your feet as much as I would love to;
So I sit in a dark corner and glare at you
I will drown you in your own guilt
I will be so unhappy, you will throw yourself out of a window to escape my unhappiness
I feel the me that was, slip through my fingertips
I watch it go
I forget who I am - who I wanted to be
I will grieve for the me that I never became; The bright shining star that I brutally smothered in darkness, because it was just too damned hard to hang onto that torch which is faith.
Not even a shred of my earliest ambitions
I grow older, the years fly past
Each day I awake certain of one thing only
The sameness of my life.
The predictable, pathetic, nondescript carrying on of my existence.
I can't lay my misery at your feet as much as I would love to;
So I sit in a dark corner and glare at you
I will drown you in your own guilt
I will be so unhappy, you will throw yourself out of a window to escape my unhappiness
I feel the me that was, slip through my fingertips
I watch it go
I forget who I am - who I wanted to be
I will grieve for the me that I never became; The bright shining star that I brutally smothered in darkness, because it was just too damned hard to hang onto that torch which is faith.
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