I’ve wandered around, person to person, knocking, from one heart to another. I searched for pieces that went missing, parts of me I’ve given away, seeking acceptance, accepting judgements, craving validation. Sympathy ain’t cheap, I tell you, you have to earn it. It ain’t honest either, they just show it. The more you want something,…

W h y ?

Why do you call yourself broken? Why do you seek sympathy? When you’re the cause And yours is the effect? Why do you say you’re strong? Why do you call them weak? All you have is pride Even when you’re down.