The March

Basically I'm bleeding, no I'm not right in the head Hastily I'm waiting, to device the words you said But I don't mind being used, by you Freely I'm speaking, but the audience is null Greedy I'm taking, the most I can if not all And I'm watching everything, you do I'm the last one down the hall. Not making any sounds Staring at the ceiling. Counting all the tiles now On a cheap springy twin, is where I lay my head down I've really got to try and turn this around. Maybe tomorrow Hardly at fault, but I'll take all the blame Screeching to a halt, cause you're not treating me the same But I don't mind used, by you I'm contemplating common phrasing, and breaking my own back While you are constantly complaining, about everything I lack I talk of walking lonely and giving you your space But you shut down that conversation putting me in my place