Who’s to blame?
Emotions are fixed,
I can’t believe I’m not in that situation,
I feel so low when I should be feeling high,
I don’t know what I really want or need,
How can I be a needy guy?
When all I need is you and I,
I’m likely to try,
Delaying the time we both say goodbye,
This wasn’t supposed to be a poem,
My head really isn’t screwed on,
And I have no idea where this is going,
What’s worse? No? Or just knowing?
So I apologise you can criticize me,
For all the DMG I’ve caused to your life,
Mine is non existent so do you see why I’m being so persistent?
If I can’t find myself, how am I going to find you?
-Project Timmy
