Rough Patch

I didn't think I could be such a fool

Though, I always knew in the shed I was never the sharpest tool

But who would know the kind of s**t a person could pull

Take what they want then leave when full.

And anything you could say would make my heart cool

Until it froze and became cruel.

And they tell us it's just a rough patch

Can't see over the weeds, cut the grass

But we burn it to the ground with a single match.

I'll stop dying, when you start trying

you're hardest to get me crying

i refuse to do it in front, so i keep lying

then wash my face when the tears finish drying.

Author's Note

The flow was loosely based on Cage's verse in Sadistik's "Russian Roulette."