Is this what I want?
Is this who I am now?
Who even am I?
Do I still matter?
What am I doing wrong? What am I doing right?
I know I’ve let you down, and even though you don’t say it, I know it. I can feel the lost of respect from when I fought back.
My dependency is gone. My worth is spent. My welcome has been denied.
Just say it and I’m gone. You make it pretty clear.
Is it pity that is keeping me around to give me a sense that I’m not completely lost?
The only thing I know as of right now, is I can’t do what I need to do without feeling what I am.
And that Maria Mena’s song, ‘Not Sober’ is one hundred percent me at the moment.