Did I ask for that my lovesick king?
I stuffed my fear inside you.
Everything you’ve done, you’ve done for yourself.
I move to run for my soul.
I bid so long, you’ve chased this far.
My eyes can be confused just as I have been amused.
Should you still believe in me?
Should you stop?
Live with my shattered dreams.
Love with my broken heart.
You can live without me.
Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.