Better

You could turn skipping rocks into throwing stones
Like how I turned my demons into bones
And hung them up next to my clothes
Never to be worn
you wanted empty answers
like your glass by your bed
but your not thirsty anymore

I’m better than that/I guess I’m worthless

I know that you don’t mean the words you say
or am I/I’m more than /just a warm body in a bed
somewhere to rest your head
or would you be better off alone
till someone better comes along

I guess I’m pointless, I guess I’m nothing,
I guess I’m stupid, I guess I’m dumb

I’m a homeless ghost
like a houseless home, never to be seen
Im a fenseless post
with no one to hold, i feel I’m all alone

I’m better than that

Copyright 2016 Clarence Chance

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