It’s not how I would choose to do it
There’s a sentiment
But there’s no-one here to walk me through it
That it’s no easy time
But no-one here to tell me what’s/what is not mine.
I’ve seen it done much better when
There’s some common ground
But I guess I was less bothered then
I was not so proud
And all my everything
Was elsewhere, I was selective with feelings.
To be an anxious soul
But too nervous
Ever to take control
If only I’d left myself
With something else
It’s going to be a long, reluctant war.