I bruised my legs on your abandonment
Bewildered eyes as wide as that grin you'd get
When breaking me down enough to cry or worse;
Enough to express your monster.
Projection is a road I won't travel again
Not with you nor any other
Birthday feet bare and bitten by bugs
Bogged down in the hell of No-Man's land
Where all good things go to die.
I've walked this scorched tar enough to know nothing
Can stop a self-fulfilling prophecy of rejection; you'll see
How you can lead a horse to water but can't make it drink;
You can give a man your heart, but can't make him think
For himself.
