Expire Expired
I worked my fingers to the bone just to make myself a
home that never felt like one at all. Well it's a long
fall from grace without a smile on my face. It was just
me and misery. Alone. I missed the ebb and flow of
goodbyes and hellos and the road through a rear view
mirror. Back before I grew tired, secondhand, expired.
And that all I lost was my voice.
