My friends say, I thought this was over
By Wednesday
I hope the week is over
And one day I'll move somewhere closer
To where my heart belongs,
My ex's asks
Are you doing okay?
Your mom called
She still seems to worry,
And what´s hard
I don't think she knows me,
But neither do I
She means well,
There's so much unspoken
I can't tell,
Why I feel so broken
So I dwell,
Instead of moving forward
Because it's easier
Than realizing
That my dreams are just longings
From my inner child, that once fulfilled
He's not healed, and loneliness and guilt
Will join the fear,
That if I grow old
Repeated patterns will unfold