Cerce Bats
A bat knocked on my window
I did not know what to do
I simply waited until it left
In the morning, it lay dead on the brick
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so f..cking sorry
I always feel helpless and left feeling hopeless
I'm so sorry, how do I welcome every bat at my window?
How do I make space while carrying the weight of myself?
How do I go on without feeling guilt?
Why must the bats choose my window?
Why can't they ask someone else for once?
I'm trying my best
But I can't save everyone
I'm just a mess of my own
I'm a mess of my own
I'm no [?]
How can I be when I feel so f..cking small?
I'm just a helpless bat myself
Dead on thе bricks