Oscillate between loneliness And wanting to be alone Nails on a chalkboard Fingers on a doorbell
Entertaining strangers that You’ve known for 20 years
The audacity to come uninvited Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
I’m not afraid of dying
With no one by my side
Our beds were made at birth And my casket’s finally closed
Return to the Earth,
The world will continue to spin.