
Only one constant has remained... the shifting world revolves around me. A microwave became a fishtank, the lonely fish inside waits for me to return and feed it again. The person sleeping on my floor is Christy one night and Patti the next. I am the first to sleep and the last to sleep. More often last than first. The sodas chill, the drinks pour, and I will wait out my week surrounded yet alone.
The music flows from a place inside my soul to a hand that doesn't know how to interpret it, mind that can't express itself, a voice that cannot find the right words.
"I had no right but for the love of you."
You had no right to treat me like you did.
But I had no right to protect you like I always have.
There is no longer sympathy and understanding in my mind for you, only the hatred that has been hardening for so long!
I had no right to deny myself honesty.
I had no right.
Not for the love of you... only for the love of yours. No matter how much I hate you, I love yours too much to hurt them the way I can.
I had no right...
I have no right.
I have nothing.