Under Pressure
And so it goes
Tissue in the one hand
a cigarette in the other
Wondering if my heart will find some safety
in another’s
Crying and trying to make sense of our state
Listening then cursing about to meet our feet
Is my heart about to break?
Empty all the options we have left
Scraping for the portions, but there’s none left
for a hungry heart haunted from the start
BRIDGE:
Under pressure
Pulling, pushing
Filled up to capacity
Shouting, screaming again
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