It's hard for me to show you, what I feel beneath...
Mornings are for new starts, afternoons for sunny...

Friendships are a fickle thing
Theres bad mouthing, unbelievable b**ching...

With a choke hold I'd been suspended
With barbed wire I'd been abused...

There's things I wish I could show you
And some things i'm glad that I can't...

I really thought we would get past it
Believed we'd make it through...

Looking out the window
Watching the world go by...

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, hoping things...
If anything...

So bored of the mundane
Tired of all the same...

To a mum on Mothers Day, x...

Unacknowledged to most
Hidden and locked from view...

Sticking fingers down your throat
Here we go again...

I cant control these feelings
Like I cant control the past...