of a Tuesday afternoon
By Amy Hamilton
In the chaplaincy centre which is funny
We all sit there with the fear of God inside of us
We have all sinned and broken and sinned
None of us religious none of us believing
I don’t really want to believe anymore
Not that I ever did, ever did did I ever
Care
Talking about how our minds work and why
We’re like this how we can get better
I’ve accepted my fate
For all I can remember I have been unhappy
Unhappy, lonely, worried and confused
I know that I’ll push you away
You’ll see the side that is hard to deal with
And run
He left me because I was too hard to deal with
And you will too – I’m a hard woman to love
And even harder to hold onto when
The thought of death is ever present in my mind
Well it would really just just really really just let
Everyone breathe again
No longer having to walk on egg-shells around me
That problem would be gone
Past traumas never seem to fully fade away
Once you’ve smashed a glass it cannot be how it
Was before
Maybe I am that glass, but maybe I was always smashed
And maybe you don’t want to try to fix me
I want to fix me
I want you to fix me
Silk + Smoke 