Tumbleweed

I’ve got boxes of words,
and pictures with no frames.
And I’ll admit,
that I been playin games,
with love and only,
because I’m lonely.
Oh I’m so lonesome I could just lay down and cry.
Oh I’m so lonesome I could die.
I’ve got fists full of rage,
and a heart all in a cage.
And my love is drained,
though I try not complain,
about the lonely,
feeling that stones me.
And I feel like life is spinning round,
but my feet just won’t come off the ground.
I’ve got crutches to hold,
and crutches for my pain.
And I’ve lost a soul,
but my crutches still remain,
and I’ve been loathing,
this predisposing.
And I feel like nothing stays the same,
but somehow I never see it change.
It’s been six years I’ve stayed,
in this prison cell I’ve made.
And my trust decayed,
with these loves all torn and frayed.
And I’ve been hoping,
for love not groping,
but I feel like no one even cares to know my name.
And I feel like life’s just one big game.
It’s been troubles I’ve had,
and my bubble’s bursting bad.
But if life so damn sad,
why not waste the time I’ve had,
so I’ve been loathing,
in pre-supposing.
And I just want something I can grab,
but I won’t reach out and take a stab.
It’s not long that I fell off,
in this silly game I’ve played,
cause I’ve held in secrets,
and from lust I cannot stray,
so I’ve been going,
where the wind’s been blowing.
Though I never seem to find a reason to refrain,
so I just keep rolling on in vain.