They will be my downfall.
Is it bad to want more than what I have?
Or to think less of what was given to me?
Maybe I want too much.
Or maybe I haven’t had enough.
Maybe I’m just sick of compliance.
Show me something.
I think about who we all used to be,
And how different it is now.
Now it just saddens me.
How unfamiliar that would feel now.
Sometimes I miss us,
But I don’t even remember what I’m missing.