A burial is in order
There's a lot of baggage sitting
around
And down it should go, but
With my luck, it's going to lie about
You really don't know when this stuff
is needed
It's like that flashlight you always
forget
Sitting in the back neglected
Till your need is all you really get
One could say I've girls from all over
One could say I'm obsessive
One could say that I'm unlucky
No one ever really says what I want
And no one really thinks to care
I probably should have cracked ages
before
The temperature changes should've
destroyed me
You handed me a cold shoulder,
and welcomed me with a warm embrace
I rarely enjoy feeling this way
And rarely indulge any feeling at all
So the baggage sits in the back
Rotting away,
and the stench covers the walls
One could say I'm an overdramatic
child
One could say that experience is close
at hand
One could say that I'm unlucky
But no one ever says anything
And no one really means not to care