So many people have run out of my life
And they keep telling me he is doing this for a reason
All I can think is…’for what reason?’ I want to know
I want to know why he didn’t make me stop loving people
after they tortured me
Why he didn’t take away my feelings, instead of letting them
just go numb
Occasionally giving me a quick serge of false feeling nerves
They tell me he loves me and I should rely on him to do all
But this is the same man
Who lets big eyed, loving, hopeless and hopeful, chubby cheeked,
little ones
Die every day
The same man who I have to suffer to prove that I love him
They said when life gives you lemons make lemonade
Lemons with no sweet, sour inside just an awful outside peel
for me
Curved out into a smile one that says be happy with its
sunshine like quality of brightness
Those were the lemon peels that god gave me
Nasty Lemonade but it’s my usual, its mine
My lemonade….Would you like a taste?
